The above phrase I lifted out of a book I am reading. The book is called Beautiful & Pointless, a guide to modern poetry by David Orr, who is or was the poetry columnist for the NY Times Book Review.
It set me to thinking about where mom and dad took me. I started a list, they took me to church, vacations, Phillie’s games (just with dad), seashore in August, museums, ice skating (once), concerts, cocktail parties, and adult to adult visits. I am sure there is more, but this is what I came up within sixty seconds or so.
I stare at those and think of some wonderful memories. Three are exceptions to wonderful. Ice skating, cocktail parties, and adult to adult visits. The good news is ice skating was only once. They respected the fact that it was embarrassing for me. I could not get my ankles off the ice.
I wish they could have seen my ankles on the ice for all three of my “wonderful” exceptions. Going to a party or someone’s home is how I imagine it would be traveling with Garrison Keillor. My dad loved to tell stories and not necessarily new ones. In his defense he told them well, but he never let any other family members on stage. I don’t think my mother cared, but I did.
Oh well, as it has turned out okay. I saved them for later.