600 Hours of Edward

comes due. I’m not your goddamned bank.”
    I look at my mother, who isn’t looking back at me. She isn’t looking at either of us. And my father is wrong: Under the rules for my living, set up and overseen by my father after the “Garth Brooks incident,” that’s exactly what he is. He is my goddamned bank. I do not point this out, however. I try to defuse the situation with calm, which is difficult for me but something that Dr. Buckley endorses.
    “It would have been nice if you had stopped and said hello.”
    “I was busy, Edward. I was on my way to somewhere else.”
    Clark Avenue is not on the way to somewhere else. It is not a thoroughfare. If my father were on his way to somewhere else, he would have been on Central or Broadwater or Grand, or maybe even Lewis. He would not have been on Clark.
    “Three times?”
    “Yes, Edward, three times. How come you’re not answering my question?”
    My mother speaks up. “Ted, just leave it be.”
    “Maureen, all I want is some answers from the boy.” My father is sneering at me.
    I look at him and say, “When I have some plans, Father, I will let you know.”
    – • –
    After dinner, I politely decline dessert and bid my parents goodbye.
    My mother comes over to me and wraps me in a hug. In my ear, she says softly, “He doesn’t mean it. He’s under a lot of stress right now.”
    On my way out, I stop at the entryway to the living room. My father is on the couch, drink in hand, staring.
    “Good night, Father.” He doesn’t move or look up.
    – • –
    You know how on an airplane when it’s coming down for a landing and your ears pop and your breathing slows down? That’s how I feel as my Toyota Camry descends the Rimrocks on Twenty-Seventh Street. I have not been as high as an airplane, but it was too high for comfort.
    – • –
    Back at home, on my way in the front door, I fetch what little mail I’ve received out of the box. There are two coupons for local pizza places and a letter with the seal of Lambert, Slaughter & Lamb, Attorneys at Law.
    There on the front stoop, I open the envelope.
    October 21, 2008
    Mr. Edward Stanton:
    This letter is in regard to your actions at Billings Clinic on the morning of October 19, 2008. We wish to remind you that such action will not be tolerated by your benefactor, Mr. Edward M. Stanton Sr. Any further action that warrants police involvement or puts the reputation of your benefactor at risk will be cause for revisiting the arrangements made for you, up to and including the elimination of all payments and benefits.
    Regards,
    Jay L. Lamb
    – • –
    On the other end of the phone, I hear my mother’s tired voice. “Stantons’ residence.”
    “Mother, put Father on.”
    “Oh, hello, dear. Your father is asleep. He has had a difficult night.”
    “Put him on the phone.”
    “He’s sleeping, dear.”
    “Put him on the goddamned phone,” I bark at her.
    My mother lets out a small yelp. I hear rustling in the background and her voice, urgent: “It’s Edward. It’s Edward.”
    “Edward?” My father sounds groggy.
    I am now shouting. “I was just there. Why can’t you talk to me? Why does it always have to be the goddamned lawyer?”
    I slam the phone into its cradle.
    – • –
    Tonight’s episode of
Dragnet
is the first one of the first season, called “The LSD Story,” and it is one of my favorites.
    Sergeant Joe Friday and Officer Bill Gannon go out on a call because a boy has been seen putting his head in holes and chewing the bark off trees. This strikes Sergeant Joe Friday and Officer Bill Gannon as peculiar behavior.
    What they find is a boy named Benjy Carver, only nobody calls him that. He is known as “Blue Boy.” His face is painted half blue and half yellow. And he has been taking lysergic acid diethylamide, better known as LSD. This presents a quandary for the cops, as the drug is not yet illegal in California.
    Soon, Blue Boy is passing the drug all around West Hollywood, and lots of kids are getting sick from it, including two nice teenage girls named Edna May and Sandra. After the California Legislature finally makes LSD illegal, Edna May and Sandra help Sergeant Joe Friday and Officer Bill Gannon find Blue Boy. Unfortunately, Blue Boy is already dead, having consumed too much of his own product.
    This episode of
Dragnet
is a morality tale.
    I think I would have liked to have had a father like Sergeant Joe Friday. I couldn’t have put one over on him—Sergeant Joe