i talked to mom. every time we talk she asks if i'm asleep. yeah, i'm asleep, i say, and she says well i better call you back. no it's ok, i say, i can talk. she ate chicken for mother's day. she loves chicken. i sigh inwardly. i don't say i'm vegetarian anymore so she can't ask but you eat chicken, don't you. i remember her crock pot chicken, and her pickled pigs feet and pig skin snacks. sigh. whelp, i better go let the dog out she says. whelp, thanks for having me mom i say. thanks for being a good kid she says. now that i'm 63 i say. yeah she says, not when you were 14. no i say i wasn't such a good kid good then.