Communication

Ed called me from Baghdad. He's covering the war. He'll be leaving in two weeks, short-timer that he is. He's trying to decide what to do with his time off. He might return to Iraq in April, but he wants to be out before the heat of the summer. He called via satellite phone to my cell phone, our voices flung through the air. He found a few issues of Newsweek, circa 1968, and was comparing the war reporting of the Vietnam war with this one. In Newsweek, they wrote of American deaths in the hundreds on a daily basis. The numbers were in stark contrast to those reported this week.

Kit emailed me from London. It was the first I had heard of her since her landing, and she writes of the visits she's already had. She's not yet settled in, still sleeping on an air mattress, and watching movies on her laptop computer. She compares her current live to that of a housewife.

I called my brother in Colorado. A cousin of ours who lives near him was openly wondering where he was, and so I called to find out. He's fine. Just not returning calls that often.

Cher called me from Brooklyn. She wants to meet up with a mutual friend we haven't seen in a long time. Although I've seen Cher a few times in the past weeks, it's always in a crowd, or she's working. We hadn't talked in a while.

Guillemette just called from 14th Street. She wants to see Monster this afternoon. I have to make a call to see about meeting my neighbor for coffee. I'm waiting for a call from Lin to see if she wants to come over to see a movie. I feel like I'm in that scene of Bye Bye Birdie. My brother was in a high school production. "Hello Missus Miller, this is Harvey Johnson, can I speak to Debra Sue?" Posted by eku at February 1, 2004 11:15 AM