I live in Brooklyn. My dad, the jazz pianist and composer David Zoller, lives in Dallas. It used to be that I’d go visit him and come home and my friends would ask “How is he?”, and I’d say, “Very well, thanks for asking.” In recent years, though, I’ve started volunteering too much information: where we went, what we ate, what we talked about, funny quotes from one of our conversations. A few days ago, somebody learned that I’d visited Dallas again and stayed with my dad and when they asked how it went, I blurted out, “It was the best. My relationship with my dad is one of the greatest things I’ve ever experienced or ever will experience.”
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