Many of you who have children who go away to college go through the communication withdrawal. You were with them every minute. You saw them all the time. They needed you. Even if that need extended to a roof over their head and food and transportation in their view. In your view, they needed guidance your wisdom and the ability for you to help them map out the course of their lives. Reality is probably a little bit of both.
Remember the scene from the movie ET..."phone home."
Cliff phoning home has been the topic of conversation for days. From Henry...he is incommunicado...something is wrong. From Betsy...he has not answered my emails. From me...don't look at me he is not responding to me either.
Then it happened. The phone rang. Caller ID said Cliff. I could not get the phone to my ear quickly enough. I was thrilled. I could report that he called. That we had a "conversation"; actually spoke. OMG! A miracle. His voice filled the airwaves: "Mom, who does James Spader play on Boston Legal." "Alan Shore!" I replied. "Thanks."...and he was gone.
That is it. I have become the person to call if you no longer have a Blackberry and can google IMDB for James Spader. I am the repository of trivial information regarding television shows, movies, and books, past and present. The person who knows the six degrees of separation for everyone in a tv show...and for this, my friend, I am ecstatic that I was the recipient of the Cliff call of the week.
Perhaps, I should just tell everyone that he called and that we spoke at length. A little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?
