my son nehemiah and the jeromes.

The other day, my son Nehemiah started telling me about the jeromes. 

“They fly up in the sky,” he said, his eyes following clouds of imaginary flying objects. “I saw a jerome at the pawk today!”

teenage years in south florida during the housing boom.

There was also the remarkable quiet, such that if a Maltese barked softly at one side of the neighborhood, it would wake up the leathery middle-aged divorcee sunning at the community pool on the other.