Just a story, dated 9/17/85

I just saw a beautiful sight.


At the Cracker Barrel. A 4 year old girl having breakfast with her father, alone.

He was eating and listening and reacting. She was talking, jestering, questioning. A little blonde girl with a pony tail.

When the father had finished eating, he sat back. light a cigarette and studied the check for errors. Then he relaxed. The little girl continued talking, asking, inquiring with her hands and verbally.

Soon they left their table and walked out of my life, as they had walked into it.