My oldest son is in New York this week.
He called Amtrak, packed a back and told us all he needed a break- and headed East- for 17 days.
He is spending his days on the upper west side at cafes and parks.
He is tippin' a few with the old timers at Jimmy's on Times Square and he is making his pilgrimages to Lucky Strike- our family's restaurant in SoHo.
He sounds more like Robert DeNiro every day.
I send him emails about where there are Jazz Festivals and Flea Markets happening in the City- but he is not there to see or even here.
He is just there to be.
He is where I want to be.
He told me the other day that he was sitting in Central park and realized that he was doing just what he wanted to be doing as he sat at his desk in California.
So he just did it.
OK...a really cool part about having kids is that they get to live your dreams when you don't have the time.
1 comment:
Are you trying to say our next lunch is gonna be in Central Park? I don't know if I can swing that.
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