January 19, 2010
My Mother called. She seemed to have forgotten what she called about. A few hours later my father called. He called, among other things to ask me to cancel their Blockbuster subscription, a Christmas gift I had given them several years ago: mail order movies. They don’t have a source near them and it made sense at the time. “They send us broken disks,” he complained. “We write “broken” on them and send them back, and they send the same broken disks back to us.” He had other issues too. "You are wasting your money son,” was his final comment.