I'll Let You Go Back to Sleep

My dad, 71, lives in a residential nursing home. His new involuntary pastime is watching golden girls with nonverbal residents who can't laugh at Dorothy and Sophia's antics. I started recording the conversations after hearing nurses in the background making fun of him. He doesn't remember six-year-old shaved eyebrows of me or 12- year-old Quiz Bowl team. More often than not, Dad confused me with my older half-brother.