For
as long as I can remember, we’ve always watched the Olympics, with me usually
in the kitchen providing commentary. Has
there ever been an opening ceremony that didn’t look like a bad Busby Berkeley
production?
Only
yesterday the audience was reduced by one, with Clare away for the weekend in
Michigan with her boyfriend Chris. I
wonder if this is how my father felt with his two daughters, or my
father-in-law with his two girls. You get
used to the audience, grow to depend on them, even, and then they’re gone. So, what goes around for the young man who
steals away a daughter comes around for the father who loses one decades later.
Rowing, anyone?
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