290/365 Ira
In my parents’ gang-o’-eight, he was a favorite with the next generation. He’d mastered the art of banter. One summer I took his course on liberation movements. The first day, he asked us: How old were you when you learned to stop asking questions?
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:32 AM
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Unfortunately, I stopped asking questions at birth. That's how I got to be so dumb today.
Good question...
I agree, good question, and great story. It is interesting how friends of our parents had a lasting influence, isn't it? Makes me want to be sure to say the right things to my kids' friends.
I haven't learned to stop asking questions yet... This made me think back to all the the people that have come into my life via my parents.
Sorry about the absence. I believe I was experiencing a little "writers block". I think I have just been inspired! ;-)
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