Notes From the Field

(Alternate title: God I fucking hate this war). My father called me last night to say he hadn't heard from me in a while and to remind me of the staggering expectations that pass for small talk in my family. Afterwards, as I walked the rest of my way home in a blue mood, I wondered if I would be destined to always have difficult relationships with people I care deeply for. And then just now as I was sitting in the backseat of a car on the FDR, en route to an event for work, I saw a helicopter hovering over the East River and thought of my dad flying reconnaissance missions in Vietnam, younger than I am now, trying not to die.

Comments

[Marco]

Ah, memento mori

[jessica]

wow, you've managed to communicate so much in so little words! i think caring deeply for someone usually necessitates difficulty for me, too. and god, vietnam? i can't imagine it.