Thursday, July 12, 2018

I'm sorry, you're breaking up


So I get a phone call from a colleague this morning.  The plans for the trip to the Eastern Shore have changed.  Maybe, after all,  I don't need to make the drive.  What could I say?  "We've got a bad cell connection, I'm sorry, you're breaking up."  A garbled exchange: What?, Huh?, Can't quite understand you.  The voice, tinged with defeat, says well, ok, maybe show up, but an hour later.  I can hear that part.  An extra hour to hang out on the working waterfront and white sandy beach at Cape Charles.  Got to love a bad phone connection.  Yeah, I can hear you now.









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