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Driving Northeast
Nov. 16th, 2009 07:29 amThe past few days have been unseasonably warm. I mean, this is Central New York and we've seen fifty and sixty-degree days well into November. And every time we've driven northeast, towards the casino, I've thought about those summer days when little Jay and I would drive that way to the beach on the eastern shore of Oneida Lake.
And I guess he's thought about it too. Over the weekend, we took him for an overnight stay at the casino, which he's always loved doing. This time our room was on the 18th floor of the tower hotel overlooking the golf courses and the hills that rise off in the distance. And Sunday morning I got him up really early to look down on the vast, feathery white sea of fog that had drifted in between the hills and filled the valleys overnight.
The sky was an intense blue above the just-risen sun and the single white contrail of a high-flying jet crossed above us. I told him to look at it and remember it because you don't see things like that every day. Then I put him back to bed for another hour or so.
Later, as we were getting out of the car at home, he said, "Poppa, I wish it was still summer so we could play baseball and soccer and go to the beach." I told him that I wished that too, that those times with him were the best I'd had since I was a kid....
LPK
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11.16.2009
And I guess he's thought about it too. Over the weekend, we took him for an overnight stay at the casino, which he's always loved doing. This time our room was on the 18th floor of the tower hotel overlooking the golf courses and the hills that rise off in the distance. And Sunday morning I got him up really early to look down on the vast, feathery white sea of fog that had drifted in between the hills and filled the valleys overnight.
The sky was an intense blue above the just-risen sun and the single white contrail of a high-flying jet crossed above us. I told him to look at it and remember it because you don't see things like that every day. Then I put him back to bed for another hour or so.
Later, as we were getting out of the car at home, he said, "Poppa, I wish it was still summer so we could play baseball and soccer and go to the beach." I told him that I wished that too, that those times with him were the best I'd had since I was a kid....
LPK
LiveJournal
11.16.2009
