Vision Problems Associated with the Pulp Fiction Soundtrack

Vision Problems Associated with the Pulp Fiction Soundtrack

I keyed numbers into the spreadsheet

that I had opened on my laptop; January

Housing Fee, Spring Semester Meal Plan,

Tuition and so on. The numbers cascaded

down the page in sync with the years

of my daughter’s higher education.

I reached for my phone and sent her

a text message to let her know she was

current with her payment plan so she could

go ahead and complete her registration.

Moments later, announced with familiar

teletype ring tone, I read her reply:

Thx Dad… Luv U

I flipped the screen over to listen to some

Music and saw Dusty Springfield’s Son of

a Preacher Man. I hit play and let my mind

scan backwards like a home movie on rewind.

I paused long enough to see a thirty three old

much thinner version of me dancing around

the living room with a beautiful four year little girl.

When the song was over she would look up and say

“play Preacher song again daddy”.

Other nights it was other songs but she always

knew if we were dancing bedtime could wait.

I paused the memory long enough to wipe

my eyes and hit reply to the text message:

I love you too Boo

SMG