The other day, I said something and Stick asked “Who’s Edward Hopper?”
“Chop suey? Dark paintings cropped funny?” I tried to tell him, leaving out the bit about my sister Bethie jumping up and down in front of the calender, but Stick was still looking blank, “Ok, you’ll know this one, it’s a classic. It’s called Nighthawks, it’s got two guys and a girl in red dress in a yellow-lit diner at night, and the rest of the — what are you laughing at?”
“Two guys and a girl?” He repeated, still chuckling.
“Yeah. Oh, and the soda fountain guy, and why are you laughing?”
“It’s MARILYN MONROE and JAMES DEAN and ELVIS, Meg!”
Sometimes I don’t think we live in the same universe.