Were they friends?

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« I have a problem. I want to tell my mom about the death of Mrs. Hagan tomorrow. The maternal years of Mrs. Hagan and Mrs. Doody were parallel in so many ways: ONE: each mom could see the other mom’s home out the window of her own home TWO: both moms were Catholic moms and did all the Catholic pomp with their babies THREE: their kids could pass between houses without crossing a street FOUR: seeing America change as their babies grew up from the Kennedys to bra burning to MLK and the moon landing. It kills me how much I know about my mom and yet how basic gaps are exposed on occasions like this. Were they friends? No doubt the answer is yes, and yet I can’t remember them sharing girly motherly stuff together. Despite this basic relationship mystery I trust the friendship will feel strong when Martha learns she’s survived Mrs. Hagan. Martha is sure to feel a sense of loss that I feel now – ouch – my emotion at this moment was unexpected. I return to my problem. I’ve learned of Mrs. Hagan’s death only by facebook, and this method is not worthy of passing to my mother. I sense the occasion calls for an experience that resembles traditional events like a phone call, one-to-one message, or a cleaver alternative. I invite anyone who knows of Mrs. Hagan’s death more intimately than facebook to contact me at: 201-490-9659 or home: 646-247-9239 or nearlincoln@hotmail.com. Sincerely, Tom Doody »» about me 201-490-9659 twitter nearlincoln@hotmail.com contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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