He also has--unknown to himself, I believe--a disdain for "written" poetry. He was clear in his opinion that "spoken word" poetry is on a higher plain than other writer's work. I just let it go. Art is art. It is hard to really compare one type of art against another type of art. It will always be like comparing apples to oranges.
As he got my bags out, he gave me his phone number--in case I got bored during the weekend. I'm sure if I'd had time, it would have been an interesting friendly outing (not date--in other words) I took it and thanked him, but I thought "Well, have you listened to anything I've said during the two hours I've been sitting in this van? I'm getting in at 11:00 p.m. on Friday and boarding a plane back to Texas at 11:10 a.m. on Sunday. And in between--I have a wedding to attend. I won't have time to get bored, I promise.
Anyway, I really enjoyed spending the small amounts of downtime with Uncle Doug and Aunt Edie and Cousin Johannah. They are a lovely family and made me feel very at home. Uncle Doug fixed us breakfast on Saturday a.m. In the late morning on Saturday, we even all sat--or laid--on the couches and watched a movie. I can't remember the last time I was able to do that in such away that I wasn't having to worry about something--like where Pop is or something like that. I really enjoyed it.
One thing that I loved about their home is that it is designed in a very eclectic way. It kind of reminds me of my mother, a bit. I was comfy there.
Well, I think I've talked long enough.