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Memories of brothers who shared a passion for flashing lights and blaring sirens Read the rest of this entry »
Between two Federal buildings there’s a tunnel built in the 1930s. It enables employees to travel from one building to the other without having to cross a multi-lane thoroughfare. One day while dashing to a meeting, I noticed one of my fellow employees standing midway through the tunnel, a small pile of debris at his feet. With his fingers he was slowly peeling paint from the walls where it had bubbled and split open as water leaked down from the surface streets. I was struck at how odd, slightly chilling and a little freakish this image of the government worker literally peeling paint off of the walls was. I left a short time later after realizing that that agency embraced the paint peelers and all flavor of the unnatural and the bizarre. Read the rest of this entry »
I am number four of six children born to my parents between 1953 and 1966. While having that many children today may seem a little wacky, I remember families in my old neighborhood that had even more. Child bearing was very different back then. Back in the day, the really odd family was the one down the street with the only child. As Darrow and I began down this road together, I often wondered just how many children would cross our threshold. I still have this romantic image of the two of us in this big old house bursting at the seams with little ones. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s time to pull out the Christmas music once again. Each year I stash it in the same place on a bookshelf, knowing that inevitably we will be listening to Diana Ross’ off-key Silver Bells, Nat King Cole’s classic White Christmas and the Vince Guaraldi’s sound track to A Charlie Brown Christmas. December another holiday favorite, is a collection of somber but beautiful piano pieces by George Winston. Originally recorded in 1982, it is the backdrop to a lot of my holiday memories growing up. It makes me wonder why this particular holiday can take on such a sad tone especially in music. Christmas is supposed to be about presents, and good cheer, and Santa, but somehow it can just as easily take a poignant and melancholy turn. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m no activist—certainly not the kind to lay down in the middle of the street to be carried off by the police. I applaud those who are, those whose courage and tenacity in acts of civil disobedience have furthered causes for which there would not otherwise be a voice. I find myself instead as the quiet protestor—the guy who simply by his existence, without saying a word, takes a stance against the disease of ignorance and homophobia in his daily life. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve tried to think of what to say about this day. It seems like there is usually a bit of reflection, some hand-wringing, a little sadness and then it’s topped off with a heaping of hope. A few years ago I wouldn’t have believed that I/we would be in this kind of limbo still. We have coped, ignored and refrained from thinking about our son’s future. But nowadays mostly, we live our lives and that is the greatest preoccupation of all. We are a family of four and the parenting demands and busyness that is our everyday life—that’s what keeps the uncertainty at bay. Read the rest of this entry »
Fall has officially landed on us in the form of cooler temperatures and pumpkins popping up on porches around the neighborhood. Summer is beginning to seem like history. Looking back, it was a good time for our little family. The boys seemed to flourish. Read the rest of this entry »
October 2009
It was nearly a year ago that these little feet attached to the little baby known as Lucas came to live with us. The little feet have gotten bigger and little baby Lucas has figured out how to use them: Read the rest of this entry »
“Why Lucas?” That was what one of my family members asked me recently while on a visit back home. I had to think back six months and try to remember. It seems like it was a long process though I’m not sure why. How hard is it to pick a name for your kid? If memory serves, it turns out really hard. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been six months. Read the rest of this entry »
