Robin

My dad has always loved Robin Williams. One memory in particular that I have, is him putting on one of his stand-up routines on cassette tape, on our old school stereo system. My mom would shake her head but laugh under her breath has he spewed profanities. I remember being so shocked and intrigued that the voice of the beloved blue genie was using these words that I knew were bad. But I loved it. Sitting between the couch and the stereo so my mom wouldn’t notice I was there. Listening. Taking it all in. Every single movie I watched with him in it from that point on, reminded me of that one hidden night, learning so many new words.