I remember once I was at a rowing regatta and my father, Kevin, was driving a teammate and I. I was in the front seat, she in the back. I saw my father lock eyes in the mirror with the driver behind – it was Sean, his brother, with my cousin Driu beside him, who also rowed. They started honking at each other. Loudly. I knew what was about to happen. Then they both got out of their cars and started fake yelling at each other. I was laughing I think – I knew it was their show.
But that’s all that they are – clowns – good for a laugh, with little substance behind them.
So I’m sorry Jenn, that you were the subject of their amusement that day so many years ago.
Laughs and Lobotomies 