Meanings of Origin
By GRÉGOIRE BOUILLIER
When I was a teenager and went out at night, my mother always used to say the same thing at our doorstep: “Don’t do anything I’ll have to read about in the paper.” It was her way of telling me not to do anything stupid. She knew what she was talking about: when my mother met my father, she was 16. He was 18. It was 1956, and they were at a dance party on the outskirts of Paris. My father was playing drums in a little jazz band; my mother helped him with the dishes; within a year they were married and my brother was born. More
By GRÉGOIRE BOUILLIER
When I was a teenager and went out at night, my mother always used to say the same thing at our doorstep: “Don’t do anything I’ll have to read about in the paper.” It was her way of telling me not to do anything stupid. She knew what she was talking about: when my mother met my father, she was 16. He was 18. It was 1956, and they were at a dance party on the outskirts of Paris. My father was playing drums in a little jazz band; my mother helped him with the dishes; within a year they were married and my brother was born. More
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Date: 2006-10-15 02:49 pm (UTC)