My younger bro Tom and his fiance were here last weekend with Tom's two boys; they went at it like cat/dog about the essence of music, science or poetry, for more than an hour over lunch. Boy, they are so like the rest of us, in love with words, ideas, the sound of their own voices, but in the end it got tiresome. Nonetheless, long after the rest of us bailed on the discussion, they were still going at it, right down to getting into the car to go home.
BOY, don't you just love family?
BOY, don't you just love family?