Summer 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 3 NonfictionJuly 1, 2013 |

Kindvayz: An Essay in One Act

CONEY ISLAND BOARDWALK. A gray Sunday morning, maybe 10:00 a.m. The boardwalk is impossibly empty, which helps indicate that this moment doesn't really exist. A man, STUIE, MY FATHER, sits on a bench facing the water, the closed-down booth that still has the "Bearded Lady" sign behind him. He's reading the sports section of the Daily News. In front of him, two seagulls fight over a used diaper. A very fat man, JOEL, HIS FATHER, MY GRANDFATHER, sits next to him, to his right, pulling his slacks up at the thigh. He's smoking a cigarette, Lucky Strike. They look near the same age, STUIE a little older. Same broad face, the kind of face that makes for cute boys and boyish men. Same upper lip, a bit too big. STUIE: It's a boring story, really. [Pause.] Maybe that's not the best choice of words. It's just a story we've heard before. That doesn't make it bad, right? It's just, you know, I'm old. It's harder to feign patience. JOEL: [Gesticulating, always.] Mr. Showof

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