Dues Paying Blindness
The phone rings around 7:30 on a cool, breezy night in early June, and since the Talking Caller ID announces, “Call from … Mom,” Tracy Greene answers the landline, which he keeps because his mother Helen Greene is 88 and several months, and she does not know his cell number offhand and probably never will. He has been sitting around the apartment binge-watching Season Three of The Walking Dead on Netflix in his white tank top and blue striped boxers for the better part of the afternoon, washer and dryer running, a batch of yogurt culturing in the slow cooker with another four hours to go, and a batch of chicken stock simmering on the back burner, a typical Sunday evening. He is about to turn 51 and still gets a kick …show more content…
He recalls a story about how his father said to him, “Well, if you’re going to major in something piddling like English, you’re going to be a teacher, no if’s and’s or but’s about it.” He remembers thinking at the time how right his father was, and that there were worse ways to make a living. As a matter of fact, while he was growing up, his brother’s friends would call his family’s residence “Study Hall House” because the kitchen table was always full of books between meals, the typewriter was always out, and various family members would be scattered throughout the house tucked away in a corner with a book. As a matter of fact, when he started first grade, she enrolled at Tri-C’s Metro campus, graduating Suma Cum Laude when he finished ninth grade. It was thus no accident that out of his five brothers, four have at least a bachelor’s degree, and two have doctorates, and he has a master’s in English literature. He recalls his mother’s talking about her professors, especially her sociology and English professors, like they were rock stars, and he does not think it was an accident that he wound up finally double majoring in English and Anthropology. As a matter of fact, she was such a good student that her professors remembered
The phone rings around 7:30 on a cool, breezy night in early June, and since the Talking Caller ID announces, “Call from … Mom,” Tracy Greene answers the landline, which he keeps because his mother Helen Greene is 88 and several months, and she does not know his cell number offhand and probably never will. He has been sitting around the apartment binge-watching Season Three of The Walking Dead on Netflix in his white tank top and blue striped boxers for the better part of the afternoon, washer and dryer running, a batch of yogurt culturing in the slow cooker with another four hours to go, and a batch of chicken stock simmering on the back burner, a typical Sunday evening. He is about to turn 51 and still gets a kick …show more content…
He recalls a story about how his father said to him, “Well, if you’re going to major in something piddling like English, you’re going to be a teacher, no if’s and’s or but’s about it.” He remembers thinking at the time how right his father was, and that there were worse ways to make a living. As a matter of fact, while he was growing up, his brother’s friends would call his family’s residence “Study Hall House” because the kitchen table was always full of books between meals, the typewriter was always out, and various family members would be scattered throughout the house tucked away in a corner with a book. As a matter of fact, when he started first grade, she enrolled at Tri-C’s Metro campus, graduating Suma Cum Laude when he finished ninth grade. It was thus no accident that out of his five brothers, four have at least a bachelor’s degree, and two have doctorates, and he has a master’s in English literature. He recalls his mother’s talking about her professors, especially her sociology and English professors, like they were rock stars, and he does not think it was an accident that he wound up finally double majoring in English and Anthropology. As a matter of fact, she was such a good student that her professors remembered