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Dad
brokers
the
deal
.
"
Seeing
as
we
’
re
missing
school
today
,
we
ought
to
listen
to
the
news
for
a
while
so
we
don
’
t
become
ignoramuses
—
"
"
I
believe
that
’
s
ignoramusi
,
"
Mom
says
.
Dad
rolls
his
eyes
and
clasps
his
hand
over
Mom
’
s
and
clears
his
throat
in
that
schoolteachery
way
of
his
.
"
As
I
was
saying
,
NPR
first
,
and
then
when
the
news
is
over
,
the
classical
station
.
Teddy
,
we
will
not
torture
you
with
that
.
You
can
use
the
Discman
,
"
Dad
says
,
starting
to
disconnect
the
portable
player
he
’
s
rigged
to
the
car
radio
.
"
But
you
are
not
allowed
to
play
Alice
Cooper
in
my
car
.
I
forbid
it
.
"
Dad
reaches
into
the
glove
box
to
examine
what
’
s
inside
.
"
How
about
Jonathan
Richman
?
"
"
I
want
SpongeBob
.
It
’
s
in
the
machine
,
"
Teddy
shouts
,
bouncing
up
and
down
and
pointing
to
the
Discman
.
The
chocolate
-
chip
pancakes
dowsed
in
syrup
have
clearly
only
enhanced
his
hyper
excitement
.
"
Son
,
you
break
my
heart
,
"
Dad
jokes
.
Both
Teddy
and
I
were
raised
on
the
goofy
tunes
of
Jonathan
Richman
,
who
is
Mom
and
Dad
’
s
musical
patron
saint
.
Once
the
musical
selections
have
been
made
,
we
are
off
.
The
road
has
some
patches
of
snow
,
but
mostly
it
’
s
just
wet
.
But
this
is
Oregon
.
The
roads
are
always
wet
.
Mom
used
to
joke
that
it
was
when
the
road
was
dry
that
people
ran
into
trouble
.
"
They
get
cocky
,
throw
caution
to
the
wind
,
drive
like
a
*
*
holes
.
The
cops
have
a
field
day
doling
out
speeding
tickets
.
"
I
lean
my
head
against
the
car
window
,
watching
the
scenery
zip
by
,
a
tableau
of
dark
green
fir
trees
dotted
with
snow
,
wispy
strands
of
white
fog
,
and
heavy
gray
storm
clouds
up
above
.
It
’
s
so
warm
in
the
car
that
the
windows
keep
fogging
up
,
and
I
draw
little
squiggles
in
the
condensation
.
When
the
news
is
over
,
we
turn
to
the
classical
station
.
I
hear
the
first
few
bars
of
Beethoven
’
s
Cello
Sonata
no
.
3
,
which
was
the
very
piece
I
was
supposed
to
be
working
on
this
afternoon
.
It
feels
like
some
kind
of
cosmic
coincidence
.
I
concentrate
on
the
notes
,
imagining
myself
playing
,
feeling
grateful
for
this
chance
to
practice
,
happy
to
be
in
a
warm
car
with
my
sonata
and
my
family
.
I
close
my
eyes
.
You
wouldn
’
t
expect
the
radio
to
work
afterward
.
But
it
does
.
