This past weekend David and I stayed with Dad and Audrey while we attended the Contemporary American Theater Festival in nearby Shepherdstown.*
As Dad and I were sitting around catching up, he told me a bit about the skin graft that he had to deal with a wound on his leg. Typical of Dad's sense of humor he told me that he told the nurses that they were ruining his once perfect body, since the graft would leave scars on both the wound site and the donation site.
"Huh." I replied. "So I know this means that we can't show you any more. Can we still breed you?"
And we were greatly amused by each other and proved - again - that while I look just like my Mom, I am still related to my father.
* Highlight for this festival? Discovering I was sitting next to David Remedios, the sound designer for two of the shows. And then watching him not even flinch, let alone turn around and kill, the patron who spent the first five minutes of the show we were watching (not one he designed, but even so) slowly and loudly open something wrapped in cellophane.
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