...and old-school is the feeling of the day, as i hang out with my daughter on this sunny fathers day. My mother used to have a typewriter just like this

...and using this makes me think of lazy sundays, my father sleeping after

a long week of shift work, my ,mother cooking something warm and fragrant

on the stove, my brother and i playing in the sweltering florida heat.

eventually my mother would feed us, and retire to her table, where she would

type xxx her weekly letter to my aunt in Ecuador. Who knows what they wrote

 about...what they shared. The only known thing is their intimacy, 

their closeness, despite the miles.