In a few short weeks David will be gone from my life forever.
Unless he comes to New York on business and every other person he knows here is busy.
For that reason I will sprinkle my blogs until he leaves with his bon mots.
This will have the following effect on me. I’ll hear the type of things I will never have to listen to again which will in some ways make me glad to see him go and in others make it harder to say good bye.
Why just this morning we were having coffee on his terrace and discussing how to pack his dead chicken. He insists that it was sent to him packed in styrofoam peanuts and it survived the trip.
I reminded him that styrofoam isn’t legal any more. I saw an experiment where they burnt styrofoam in a tube and it immediately sucked all the oxygen out of the tube.
He got a big grin on his face and asked me to guess which US city has the lowest rate of recycling. Yep, Houston.
“You know David when I was a little girl a loaf of bread would last only a few days and then it would get moldy. Now they put chemicals in the bread and it lasts for weeks. But guess where all those chemicals end up? In the bodies of growing children.”
I really thought I had him with that one. I should have known better.
“Okay but if you do away with those chemicals 1/3 of the world would die” then he added as he went for a fresh cup of coffee, “Not that it’s a third of the world that I give a shit about”.
This goes on the “Glad To See Him Go” list.