Reflections

Diary 1978-1981
Woe is me! A failed mother again! Everybody else’s mother had had the decency and foresight to buy their track shoes weeks ago.
Suddenly I thought of Chester – the one boy in Jason’s class whose parents were not upwardly mobile, whose mother’s car was in worse
shape than mine, but Chester could run like hell, “Jace, where did Chester get his shoes?”
A pause…. then, “But I want the kind with two sets of spikes and the little screwdriver to change’m and they have to be Nikes or they’re
rippy…just plain RIPPY!”
Knowing that I had won, that Chester had indeed bought them in Jacksboro, I closed in for the kill, “Where did Chester buy his?”, I said in
my not-to-be-trifled-with voice.
“At B&H. But I don’t want those kind. I want Nikes!”
“Jason, I am sick in bed. Even if I were well, we couldn’t make it to Wichita Falls today. Here is a signed blank check. Go to B&H, buy the
shoes, and SHUT UP!”
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