I’m Still Finding That Kind Of Jarring

Yesterday I was in a zoom meeting and I was struck by the juxtaposition of my image on the screen (i.e., the image of a person you might expect to hear saying something like, “No, Mister Kent, I expect you to die.”) and my voice as child (that I’d heard earlier that day thanks to my mother finding some old tapes) saying, “Ah shure doo miss ya daaddy!”