“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
“I’m from Massapequa, remember? We used some different words out on the island.”
Dad laughed and tapped his fingers along to the three-piece band, which was playing “Blue Skies.”
“Hey, did Philip Roth ever write to you?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said.
“Jerk.”
“He’s still a great author.”
“But no idol.”
“Idol?” Dad stopped tapping and looked at me as if I’d beer-burped in his face.
“You don’t have any idols? James Joyce?”
“No.”
“Count Basie?”
Impatient with my name game, he said, “All I want is for Philip Roth to keep writing.”
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