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A phone call, away

February 10, 2008

It comes in the small simple moments of everyday.
I’m standing at the counter cutting the stems off artichokes and find myself in my Davis Sq. apartment getting ready to make artichokes for my roommate and me for dinner, and I call Dad to ask him if I should steam them or boil them. He answers, saying, “Hey Cub.” I never hear that anymore. I ask my question and he says he usually steams them, but makes sure he puts enough water in to withstand the amount of time they take to steam. I’ve cooked them that way ever since, but “ever since” doesn’t seem to apply yet, it was less than two years ago, when does ever since apply?
It wasn’t that long ago that he was there, just a phone call away.

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