“I’ve never heard his radio program,” said my mother, sounding more like herself. Howard Stern? My private, stop-the-car-to-listen radio pleasure for the last 20 years? The man who brings us the endlessly fascinating and cranky Eric the Actor? The man who is arguably the best celebrity interviewer - the best interviewer of anybody? The man who turned me on to satellite radio? It was as if she said, “I like that ‘Blurred Lines’ song - especially the video.” I asked her to repeat herself. As I shoveled cream into my coffee, she dropped the bomb. In these advanced days, my mom and I have a familiar menu of topics: the grandchildren, troubling medical issues, ghostly shades of hair (mine), favorite “Seinfeld” episodes, faulty lawn sprinklers, art, writing, whether I still take cream in my coffee (I do), whether she is taking her pills (she is), the greatness of Meryl Streep and certain Florida evenings.ĭuring a recent visit, we fired up ye old coffee percolator circa 1965 - back when people liked their coffee burned at the stake - and sat across from each other in the kitchen to just talk. Just when you think you know your mother.
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