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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Don Pueblo who wrote (15974)	12/30/1998 1:57:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I DID have two boys; now I have a boy and a MAN. This is extremely traumatic. Between CW's 18th birthday and the pipes in the poolhouse bursting, Christmas was tough. Yesterday he invited me to join him on his last trip as a juvenile to the DMV. He now owns a real driver's license---full frontal picture instead of the side view the take for under 18s--a MAN's license. No more yearly renewals. He could have gone alone, but he said it seemed to him that we should go to together- a last mother-son journey as it were. I was deeply touched and with tears in my eyes I thanked him and got in his car, something I usually avoid, because he really is a terrible driver and I spend a lot of time screaming and kicking the dashboard with my feet while he yells, "Stop it! You're making me crazy!". We stood in line together, reminiscing about our past trips. It was so meaningful-the same Batman movie was playing as we waited in line. We got number 78 (they were on 35) and sat down next to a woman wearing a cool watch with a picture of Jesus on it. "Mom, I'm going to fill out an organ donor card, if it won't bother you to see your first born son cut into pieces while still breathing." "I'd be proud, son." I said, moved again by his thoughtfulness. I didn't even say anything nasty when they asked him for $16.00 and he looked in his wallet, said, "uhoh", and smiled at me apologetically. On the way home, I got to play with his new CB radio. I pressed all the buttons and said, "Break 19, Break 19," (only I said it Break One-Nahne-in my best Reba McIntyre voice) When someone answered I almost died with excitement. It was Rock, the Phone Card Man. "Make up a handle, Mom!" said CW urgently. "This is--um--Cookie Dough," I said brightly. He laughed. Truckers all over Texas laughed. I guess it wasn't a very good name, but what do you want off the cuff like that. "Where you headin', Cookie Dough?" "Jest rollin' along 114 here-headin' home." I thought about singing something appropriate but CW nixed that idea fast. "What's your 20, Rock the Phone Card Man?" "Ah'm right here stationery, Cookie Dough. I sell prepaid phone calls. You live around here?" Great. I spend all day trying to avoid sales people on the phone and I get a salesman on my first CB call. I wiggled a few knobs and said, "You're breakin' up on me, good buddy..gonna(static static)have----(static static)sn;lrekgjnjehgbjhbf js.static static... It occurs to me that the CB is just another Internet. Or the Internet is just another CB. Just all us lonely people touching base, saying Hey, I'm here! Talk to me!