Out of habit now more than anything else, I keep my cell phone on the floor beneath my bed while I sleep at night. In the morning, when I wake, I still check my cell phone for any messages.
This morning, I found a text message from Omar:
"Dude," it began, "I have 14 words for you...."
Only fourteen?
"Hurry up and get your turntable so you can listen to Paul Simon's Graceland!"
Fourteen words. I counted just to be sure.
"That's a lot of words, dude," I wrote back.
"Sometimes it takes a lot of words," he replied.
