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Depeche Mode is his generation’s Everly Brothers.

Sage and Paul have just finished eating breakfast. Depeche Mode is playing quietly on the stereo.

Paul Can we change the music?

Sage Sure. What would you rather listen to?

Ten minutes later: Sage and Paul are rocking out to Igor Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring at ear-splitting volume.

The other day Paul and I were sitting with two five year old drama queens who I personally found highly irritating. Any tiny excuse to have an emotional meltdown - including the loss of an animal that died when one kid was under a year old - and they took it. Another adult was reading to all three kids, and the drama queens were excitedly shouting out the two recurring words they could read. Paul sat quietly and put together a puzzle, glancing over once in awhile to see the pictures in the book.

Sage Mother hissed in my head, “C’mon, Paul, show the drama queens how well you read! Look at them, all smugly staring at you as they shout the words! In fact, go get down that Junie B. Jones book and read a page to them. While you’re at it, how about a chapter or two of Anne of Green Gables? Then you can define the word ‘histrionic’ for them.”

But Paul never said a word, just methodically put every piece into the puzzle until it was done and then smiled happily to himself.

This is probably why Paul is friends with every kid he knows, while I couldn’t have bribed a kid with a quarter to hang out with me for a whole day in 1977.

Quote: Church of the Universe

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