Friday, October 17, 2008

There was never anywhere to go but home.

There is a scene in Weeds where the teenage son is calling a catalogue company, asking them to stop sending his recently deceased father mail. I had completely forgotten that I used to get irate and freak out on telemarketers when they would call and fumble over his name (Asa, is apparently hard to say?) and it got to the point when I would just bluntly say, "He's dead," and hang up and cry.
Anyways, I just went to my mom's mailbox, and there it was: a postcard to my dad from McKeesport Symphony Orchestra for season ticket holders. He's been dead for more than 10 years, never lived at this address and, definitely, was not the kind of guy to have season tickets to any symphony, let alone the crappy McKeesport one.
I just find it bizarre that something that I hadn't thought of for years was brought back to my memory twice this week.

1 comment:

Ramie.Leigh said...

apparently the prior (unrelated, now-deceased or out-of-state) residents of our address were also registered as Republicans b/c every time one of those mass-message calls gets circulated for the NRC, I come home to 4 missed messages. I'm guessing once for me, once for each the husband and wife, and one of the 2 sons that used to be there were registered. Why do I assume this?..... They're all old, so it makes sense. I drank a lot in college... and the College Republicans Club was waaaaay more fun to hang out with than the Democrats Club.....