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Title: All That Goes Up
Author: Kirby Brooks
Illustrator: Smith
Release Date: June 10, 2010 [EBook #32765]
Language: English
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This etext was produced from Space Science Fiction May 1953. Extensive
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all that goes up
BY KIRBY BROOKS
ILLUSTRATED BY SMITH
At fifty, a man should be too old to go around flying off
the handle, or wandering around on the ceiling. But what
could a man do when he had a son who insisted on being a
genius?
* * * * *
For a man my age, the middle 50's, life has a number of compensations.
There're children--we have two; there's a good wife, and I'm certainly
blessed in that respect with Mary; and there's the joy of coming home,
slipping on my slippers, having a good dinner, then relaxing with
coffee and a pipe. There's no compensation for being plastered to the
ceiling. But, more of that later.
The after dinner coffee with a dash of rum in it, tasted very good,
and so did the pipe. The meal was satisfying too. Thank goodness for
that meal, because it was the last decent one I've had for quite some
time. Oh, I've eaten all right, but you'd have to stretch your
imagination to call any of it a meal. Can you picture eating food that
keeps trying to move away from your face? That is, if you can keep the
plate from moving away too?
As I say, Mary and I had just finished dinner, when Jim, our
22-year-old gangly son, who's home on summer vacation from MIT, called
me.
"Can you come here a minute, Dad?"
"Sure," I said, heading down the hall to his combination laboratory,
dark room, aviary, and just plain bedroom. Fortunately it was a big
room so
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