MY DEAD DAD'S DAMN CELL PHONE: THE OBJECT THAT INSPIRED THIS BLOG
My father was an early cell phone abuser. His ringtone was the Mexican Hat Dance – the only politically incorrect ringtone I’d ever heard. If I was visiting him because I thought he was lonely after my mother died, he would dial his friends and make me talk to them as a way of showing me off. If we were eating dinner, he'd make calls to countless people about bridge games and concert dates. It was annoying, sure, but did I really need to criticize him? Now he’s gone and I’m sorry I was finding fault when I could have been enjoying him. He did the best he could and he let me know he loved me all the time. Can a son ask for more? --Bob Morris
Bob Morris is a frequent contributor to the New York Times and the author of Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating With My Dad. He is a contributing editor at Travel and Leisure and has written for the New Yorker, New York, Town and Country and other publications. He has been a commentator on All Things Considered and his plays have been produced at MCC Theater, Daryl Roth Theater, Theater For the New City and Dixon Place. His Next book, Bobby Wonderful will be out in June 2015.
Bob Morris is a frequent contributor to the New York Times, the author of the award winning memoir, Assisted Loving: True Tales of Double Dating with My Dad, and the children’s books Crispin the Terrible and Delia at the Delano. He also collaborated with Diahann Carroll on her memoir, The Legs Are The Last To Go. His next book, Bobby Wonderful: An Imperfect Son Buries His Parents will be out in June 2015. He is a contributing editor at Travel and Leisure and writes for other magazines including Elle, Town and Country, New York and The Southampton Review. He has also been a commentator on All Things Considered. On the stage, he has worked with MCC Theater, Daryl Roth, Theater For The New City and Dixon Place. He is a Manhattan resident, graduate of Brown and Southampton Stony Brook Writers Program. He is in love with his husband, Ira, and their dog, Zoloft. He plays a mean ukulele.