“Why is Jefferson here?” I asked Siri.
She didn’t understand the question, which wasn’t much of a surprise. Google didn’t offer much help, either. The site brought up the third US president and George and Weezy. I could have played “Movin’ On Up” on YouTube, but that wasn’t going to help us out much.
“I guess it doesn’t know everything,” I said sadly.
Who is Calvin?
“Calvin? You knew a Calvin.”
I did. The name written on you is the same. I thought you were Goose.
“Written on me?” I didn’t have a single tattoo. “Written?” I looked down, “Oh,” and had to laugh. “This is very Lorraine and Marty in Back to the Future.”
I don’t understand.