2003-09-26 - 5:12 p.m.
May 18, 2003
Apparently I am sassy.
I have been going through the scraps saved over the months with random writings and found the following written on an envelop I had mis-addressed. This was part of selections from the night I went to the bar with my cousin and roommates. The man talking here is an older pilot who mentored my cousin and Kate through training.
“She’s sassy. Did you see that? She’s silent, but she’s sassy.”
A little later: “You’re shady.”
And then I declined my first drink. Sat embarrassed and quiet all evening watching a married man be a jerk.
Upon entering the Whalen’s household after my drive through the rain to some dirt small town a few miles southeast of Hillsdale. Dr. Whalen brought me into the dining room to introduce me to his mob of children. He pointed to the boys, Dominic and Gregory who stuck out their tongues with giggles. For some reason this caused me to say that Dr. Whalen forgot to tell me they were just like him. He paused to give me the funniest, thunderstuck look. Have you ever seen Dr. Whalen at a loss for words? It’s a kick. He turned to his wife and said, “I forgot to tell you she’s sassy.” After a pause, “In the English sense of the word,” lest he had offended me.
