Me: Is that good news or bad news?
Him: I enjoy her ……..
Me: … for the first hour and a half?
Him: Right. When I visit relatives overnight I always stay at a motel. I like my privacy and expect others do, too.
Me – That’s because you didn’t have any pajama parties as a kid.
Him: I didn’t even have any pajamas.
Me: Now they call them sleepovers. In our day I can hear mother saying, “I never heard of such a thing.” Besides we were so poor…,..
Him: How poor were you?
Me: We were so poor I slept on the kitchen chair.
Him: Who had chairs? The floors was too good for you?
Me: We rented out the floor to pay the rent. I lived on the fire escape.
Him; I was raised on day-old bread and dented cans and thought everyone was. I miss fire escapes.
Me: I’d go out there and pick up the hockey games from Montreal …. except they were in French.
Him: The window with the fire escape was the most important thing about our apartment… cross ventilation. My mother didn't mind the four story walk-up, no incinerator, but it had to have cross-ventilation.
Me: Right. My mother had a love/hate relationship with air. There were two kinds of air; the dreaded draft that caused all disease and fresh air that cured it.
Him: We must have had the same mother.
Me: Wisdom traveled well in those days