1:09:02
Carrying jars with little
holes punched in the top.
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What was his name again?
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- Franz.
- Franz, right, that's it.
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Franz and Isaac.
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How many years apart were you?
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- Three...
- Right. Three.
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Three years apart.
So you and your big brother, Franz,
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who was three years older
than you would go out at night
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to catch fireflies in the backyard.
1:09:38
Your father punched the holes
in the tops of the jars, didn't he?
1:09:42
With a hammer and
an eighth-inch nail.
1:09:45
Tap, tap, tap.
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He was a doctor,
your father, wasn't he?
1:09:53
Not a pretend doctor like me,
with my Ph.D. in anthropology
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but an honest-to-goodness medical
doctor who actually cures the sick,
1:10:01
and helps people get well.
1:10:05
Stocky fellow, wasn't he?
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With strong upper arms,
and one of those barrel chests.
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Bald, too, if I'm not mistaken...
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and even out there
at the lake in the summer...
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when he had his one
measly week of holiday a year...
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he walked around in
his white shirt, didn't he?
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No tie... he'd roll his sleeves up
when the weather was particularly hot,
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but still that's how you
see him in your mind, isn't it?
1:10:40
Your father in his white shirt.
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Stop it...
1:10:45
Don't do this to me.
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So there you'd be, you and Franz,
running around the backyard
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of the house by Echo Lake
trying to catch fireflies
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and put them in your jars.
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It was so magnificent,
holding that jar in your hand
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with all those
flickering lights inside.