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j. cheeverreunionthe last time i saw my father was in grand central station. i was going from mygrandmother's in the adirondacks to a cottage on the cape that my mother had rented,and i wrote my father that i would be in new york between trains for an hour and a half,and asked if we could h**e lunch together. h** secretary wrote to say that he would meetme at the **rmation booth at noon, and at twelve o'clock sharp i saw him comingthrough the crowd. he was a stranger to me - my mother divorced him three years agoand i hadn't seen him since - but as soon as i saw him i felt that he was my father, myflesh and blood, my future and my doom. i knew that when i was grown i would besomething like him; i would h**e to plan my campaigns within h** limitations. he was abig, good-looking man, and i was terribly happy to see him again. he struck me on theback and shook my hand. `hi, charlie,' he said. `hi, boy. i'd like to take you up to myclub, but it's in the sixties, and if you h**e to catch an early train i guess we'd better getsomething to eat around here.' he put h** arm around me, and i smelled my father theway my mother sniffs a rose. it was a rich compound of wh**key, after-sh**e lotion, shoepol**h, woolens, and the rankness of the mature male. i hoped that someone would see ustogether. i w**hed that we could be photographed. i wanted some record of our h**ingbeen together.we went out of the station and up a side street to a restaurant. it was still early,and the place was empty. the bartender was quarrelling with a delivery boy, and therewas one very old waiter in a red coat down by the kitchen door. we sat down, and myfather hailed the waiter in a loud voice. `kellner!' he shouted. `carbon! cameriere! you!'h** bo**terousness in the empty restaurant seemed out of place. `could we h**e a littleservice here!' he shouted. `chop-chop.' then he clapped h** hands. th** caught thewaiter's attention, and he shuffled over to our table.`were you clapping your hands at me?' he asked.`calm down, calm down, sommelier,' my father said. `if it **n't too much to ask ofyou - if it wouldn't be above and beyond the call of duty, we would like a couple ofbeefeater gibsons.'`i don't like to be clapped at,' the waiter said.`i should h**e brought my wh**tle,' my father said. `i h**e a wh**tle that **audible only to the ears of old waiters. now, take out your little pad and your little penciland see if you can get th** straight: two beefeater gibsons. repeat after me: twobeefeater gibsons.'`i think you'd better go somewhere else,' the waiter said quietly.`that,' said my father, `** one of the most brilliant suggestions i h**e ever heard.come on, charlie, let's get the hell out of here.'i followed my father out of that restaurant into another. he was not so bo**terousth** time. our drinks came, and he cross-questioned me about the baseball season. hethen struck the edge of h** empty glass with h** knife and began shouting again. `garcon!kellner! cameriere! you! could we trouble you to bring us two more of the same.' `howold ** the boy?' the waiter asked.`that,' my father said, ** none of your god-damned business.'`i'm sorry, sir,' the waiter said, `but i won't serve the boy another drink.'`well, i h**e some news for you,' my father said. `i h**e some very interestingnews for you. th** doesn't happen to be the only restaurant in new york. they've openedanother on the corner. come on, charlie.'he paid the bill, and i followed him out of the restaurant into another. here thewaiters wore pink jackets like hunting coats, and there was a lot of horse tack on thewalls. we sat down, and my father began to shout again. `master of the hounds! tallyhooand all that sort of thing. we'd like a little something in the way of a stirrup cup. namely,two bibson geefeaters.'`two bibson geefeaters?' the waiter asked, smiling.`you know damned well what i want,' my father said angrily. `i want twobeefeater gibsons, and make it snappy. things h**e changed in jolly old england. so myfriend the duke tells me. let's see what england can produce in the way of a cocktail.'`th** **n't england,' the waiter said.`don't argue with me,' my father said. `just do as you're told.'`i just thought you might like to know where you are,' the waiter said.`if there ** one thing i cannot tolerate,' my father said, `it ** an impudent domestic.come on, charlie.'the fourth place we went to was italian. `buon giorno,' my father said. `perf**ore, possiamo **ere due cocktail americani, forti, forti. molto gin, poco vermut.'`i don't understand italian,' the waiter said.`oh, come off it,' my father said. `you understand italian, and you know damnedwell you do. vogliamo due cocktail americani. subito.'the waiter left us and spoke with the captain, who came over to our table andsaid, `i'm sorry, sir, but th** table ** reserved.'`all right,' my father said. `get us another table.' `all the tables are reserved,' thecaptain said.`i get it,' my father said. `you don't desire our patronage. ** that it? well, the hellwith you. vada all'inferno. let's go, charlie.'`i h**e to get my train,' i said.`i sorry, sonny,' my father said. `i'm terribly sorry,' he put h** arm around me andpressed me against him. `i'll walk you back to the station. if there had only been time togo up to my club.'`that's all right, daddy,' i said.`i'll get you a **,' he said. `i'll get you a ** to read on the train.'then he went up to a news stand and said, `kind sir, will you be good enough tof**our me with one of your god-damned, no-good, ten-cent afternoon **s?' the clerkturned away from him and stared at a magazine cover. `** it asking too much, kind sir,'my father said, `** it asking too much for you to sell me one of your d**gusting specimensof yellow journal**m?'`i h**e to go, daddy,' i said. `it's late.'`now, just wait a second, sonny,' he said. `just wait a second. i want to get a r**eout of th** chap.'`goodbye, daddy,' i said, and i went down the stairs and got my train, and thatwas the last time i saw my father. 20210311