Today in Macondo, NY, it rained for most of the day. “Qué llueva, qué llueva, la vieja está en la cueva” sang my memory on and off throughout the day. My son and I had our radio show——our last show for the semester. He decided to play Manu Chao’s La Despedida (as in our despedida from the audience: “Ya estoy curado, anestesiado/ya me he olvidado de ti [audience]/Hoy me despido/de tú ausencia/ya estoy en paz...”). I asked my daughter if she thought we remember everything that happened in our lives. She answered, “It depends.” “It depends? What do you mean?” “Well, if you have a very good memory, you could.” I guess I am glad I do not have a very good memory.
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