Pyromance 10

My flight landed at around 8:45 in the evening eastern time. I kind of blinked and was in New York. I wandered through the crowed terminal at LaGuardia. I saw my dad in my old Mustang. He honked and waved from the car. I walked over and lit and cigarette. He came out and grabbed my bag and threw it in the back seat. It was just him and me as we peeled out and jumped on the Triborough heading back to Queens. They all lived in Bayside with my brother. At first we didn’t say much just cruised and listened to the radio.

The old school dial was on set to Q104.3 and that old Led Zeppelin song was playing. The one that made me feel worse about the girl from Global studies class from a million years ago. I just stared out of the window at the lights of the city. My mind on Carmen, thinking wondering what she was doing, wondering how she was doing it. Drifting back to the lights of the city, noticing how much different they were from the lights in L.A. In New York the lights seemed to reflect the sky. In L.A. the lights seemed to have a twinge of smoke behind them.

“I remember this song.” I said rather absent minded.

“Oh yeah kiddo, how can you remember this song…you where not even born when it came out.”

“Come on dad……you played it a lot.”

“You did too if memory serves me.”

“Yeah I played it thinking I was cool. You know retro.”

“It’s a good song.”

“Yeah….Since I’ve been loving you.”

“That’s right.”

“How is mom?”

“Good she had to work late at the salon, but other wise she is doing all right.”

“And Shay?”

“He is just worried about this thing with the Rangers.”

“Yeah I know. I think its you. I think you love the Flyers so much that he doesn’t want to play anywhere else.”