Dallas — ah yes, I remember it well now, “Never let the facts interfere with the story,” [Thanks Mom.]
It’s always odd how this works out, but I went to see “Memento” at the Inwood Theater, as a diversion. And then, watching the way my family deals with questions of memory, made me want to get a tattoo, like the guy in the movie. “Note to self: family always tries certain tricks.”
One, just one of the tricks, nearly got me thrown out of the Tom Thumb grocery store on Mockingbird Lane, or close to it — I was muttering about “Non–fat, non–dairy sour cream — what is this? Paste? White stuff for dip?” But that’s what I was instructed to find. Guess I’ll have to add to that tattoo that my family is a bit off. Like I’m any one to be a judge of that.
