Saturday
night
ritual
tracking
you
down
somewhere
in
the
world
calling
you:
"Have
you
had
your
Mexican
dinner?"
You ask
"Not yet."
"What
is
the
theme
tomorrow?"
I
tell
you
and
we
hang up
then
the
Sunday
night
report.
"How
much
did
you
make?"
.........
"That's all?
too bad.
you'll
do
better
next
week."
How
I
miss
those
two
calls
to
you
week
after
week
year
after
year
the
void
at
the
pit
of
my
stomach
that
says
there
is
no
U.G.
to
call
tonight.