Monthly Archives: November 2008

Down by the sea

Scene: Fisherman’s Wharf, Monterey, California. There is a six-foot tall wooden sculpture of an ice-cream sundae, advertising an ice cream shop. Dad and Nonna are admiring the many typographical errors in the shop window. Nate is admiring the giant sundae.

Nate: Dad, can I climb it?

Dad: Sure, honey, but don’t lick it.

Nate immediately licks the sundae, and giggles.

Dad (resigned): Nate, do you know why I told you not to lick it?

Nate (confidently): Because it’s made of wood.

Dad: No. Because it’s covered with seagull poop.

Nate: Oh.

Nonna laughs.

All the time in the world

Sarah and I had only been dating for four months when she introduced me to her niece, Catherine. Catherine was three years old, and cute as a bug. She kept calling me Tim, and why not? She had known Tim her whole life. Sarah was embarrassed: Tim was Sarah’s ex-boyfriend. I tried to convince her that it didn’t bother me.

The night before Sarah and I got married, we had our rehearsal dinner on the waterfront, at a seafood restaurant called Finz. We had the second-story function room, and as our families laughed and told stories, Sarah pulled her dad away from the party, and brought him over to the window to show him the view. They looked down at the dock and the reflections on the dark water, and she thought, Right there is where I almost told Dad that Tim and I were engaged, years ago.

The first time Sarah heard the Rockapella song People Change, we were decorating the Christmas tree. She paused with a glass ball in her hand, listening to the lyrics, and quietly observed, “This is a really sad song.” It was obvious she was reminded of a bad breakup. It was hard for her to talk about, and I didn’t want to press her on the subject, but I tried to let her know that it was OK that she had been in love before. I was never jealous of her. I was grateful. All of our relationships change us; we learn so much from each other. I loved Sarah, and she would not have been who she was without her family, her friends, and her exes. I loved them all, because they were part of her.

The last time I saw Rockapella perform live was at the Cutler Majestic Theatre in Boston. I brought Nate, who had been listening to a cappella music, and Rockapella in particular, since before he was born. And I brought Sandy. And of course Rockapella sang People Change.

I had to laugh through my tears: isn’t it funny how things change. Now I was the one with a Troubled Past. I squeezed Sandy’s hand, and hoped she would understand.

People change. Life changes. Sometimes people leave you.

But love never dies.

Happy anniversary, Sarah.

Higher and higher

When I went to vote on Tuesday, I brought Nate with me. As we walked through the parking lot, we heard singing. A woman was singing. A black woman was singing. She was singing a spiritual—a song of hope and faith. And she was walking slowly towards the polling place.

I stopped to let her go by. I turned to Nate, tears in my eyes, and said, “Remember this. Remember that woman, and her song.”

Of course, he asked why, but I didn’t want to explain the historical significance of the moment. He is five years old, and he lost a big chunk of his innocence when he lost his mom. I don’t think he needs to know about slavery just yet. I don’t know if he could understand. I don’t know if he would believe me.

We have done so very many things to be ashamed of.

He will learn history, in time. But for now, I am proud that Nathaniel has no idea why a black woman voting for a black man should be at all noteworthy. For him, this is the way things have always been.

And I am terribly, terribly proud that I lived to see this day.

It gives me just a little bit of hope for the future.

You’re not sleepy as you seem

Scene: Nate’s bedroom, at bedtime. Dad has just finished singing two lullabies and is administering goodnight kisses.

Nate: Daddy, can I please have another song?

Dad: It’s time for bed, sweetie, but we’ll see you in the morning.

Nate: Daddy, can I just have one little hug?

They hug.

Nate: Daddy?

Dad: Yes, my darling?

Nate: How does electricity work?