Reigniting love and respect for David Sedaris

In my light reading world (as opposed to heavy reading like science lit), I’ve taken a short break from reading Stephen King to David Sedaris. I read Calypso in February, which is a 2018 release. New to me.

Sedaris fell off my radar probably 10 years ago. I don’t remember which book, but I didn’t find any of it funny or entertaining.

By chance, I was checking what was available now on my iPhone’s library app, Libby, and Calypso was available. “Why not?” I thought. “I used to love the guy as an early 20 year old before I moved to Chicago.

My college mentor, Brian, listened to NPR every morning. I know this, because I lived in his home for a several weeks one summer while I interned at a local weekly newspaper called the Black Mountain News. It was a paid internship and as my mentor was singly focused on his students’ successes, he declared, “I will make damn sure you take this opportunity.”

So I moved in to their guest room with a pullout sofa on the first floor. His two young girls at the time, probably 5 and 3, enjoyed having me there. I was privileged with witnessing their routines: breakfast, playtimes, dance offs to videos that Brian had cobbled together of dance scenes in movies and bedtime routines. He was the film professor, after all, and why wouldn’t he have the dance scene from Pulp Fiction playing before dinner so the girls could sweat a little and he could relax with a cool glass of sweet tea with mint that he plucked from the side of his little white house on a hill.

The bedtime routines were magical. The girls would bathe together in a tub on the second floor. That was followed by a reading from usually a somewhat atypical book for children, then a Bible lesson, questions and answers, and then I would leave, to listen to Brian sing to the girls from the bottom of the stairs.

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