My dad [taking a Google street view tour]: Is that you?
Me: What? Hang on [typing, clicking]. Ha. No, that is not me! [Clicking around] this is sort of old, there are murals on a lot of the walls on this street now.
My dad [clicking around]: Oh wow, the train station is really close. You’ll be fine in winter.
Me: Yeah. Because I can leave for warmer climates.
My dad: [Rambling on with things I wasn’t registering because I was multitasking] —and so I made the mistake of taking the Williamsburg bridge to walk home and boy, that was a cold day—
Me: You walked to Park Slope… via the Williamsburg bridge? What? Why didn’t you just take a train?
My dad: Because you’re not listening… I’m talking about the 1965 blackout. Nothing was running. I went for the first bridge without thinking. I got across and picked up a pay phone and —this is so weird, but — before I put in the 6th number, a woman says, “hello?” It was my sister on the other end and I got a ride home.