memory

when i was a kid, in the afternoon when it was time, dad would call from his office downtown, and my mother would drive our one car with me and my brothers several miles to go pick him up.  if he was not already standing out in front of his building, mother would circle the block a few times; and if he still did not come down, she would send one of us up in the elevator to get him.  that probably irritated him somewhat, but that'is how it was...suburban existence in fort worth, texas in the early 1950's.