Family Ties

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I’m heading out toward Boston tomorrow to take my mom to see her great grandson for the first time. Even at 2 months, he’s starting to look like a little boy instead of a generic baby. My mom and I are going to stay over one night at a motel, since there’s really not enough room for both of us now that they baby’s here. Of course, my mom’s already complaining about having to stay in a motel, so I picked one near Bloomingdales, where I promised to take her shopping before we leave the area.
And also before we leave, we’ll be picking up three pizzas to take home from this little place in Jamaica Plain that my mom insists is the best pizza she ever had. (And she lived most of her life just outside NYC. Go figure.)
No sooner did I finish editing last month’s Dance Scene magazine, then I find myself in the middle of editing the next issue. We’ve come up with some innovations for the magazine, including running a condensed serialized version of an original mystery novel set at a ballroom dance weekend. The novel was written several years ago by one of my former Significant Others (with considerable editing help from me) whom I had taken to a ballroom dance weekend. Needless to say, the main characters are loosely based on us. Heh. I guess that’s one way to get noteriety.
So, now I’m off to get stuff ready for the trip. Of course, we’re loading ourselves up with food, stuff for the baby that I can’t resist buying, and all of our “support systems” (hair curler, makeup, medications etc. etc.). It gets worse as one gets older.

September 11, 2001

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The following was reported in the Portland Tribune on that day and blogged by b!X:
But the last word belongs to 6-year-old Gabrielle Thornton, who awoke to find her parents glued to the television set. She watched for a while before they noticed her there. “Oh, hi honey,” said her mother. Gabrielle didn’t respond directly. She had something else on her mind. “Mommy,” she said, “What planet is that?”
I defer to b!X’s chronicling of the related events here.

Enjoying an ego boost.

I just have to share the ego boost I got tonight. Someone who knew me in college — which was almost 45 years ago — and hasn’t seen me since, recognized me. I was covering a Big Band cruise on the Hudson River for the dance magazine I edit, and he was there with his wife. He stopped and asked me if I had graduated from the State University and if I had been in Beta Zeta sorority. He didn’t remember my name, but he remembered that I was a good swing dancer back then as well. I mean, I don’t think I look anything like I did 45 years ago. Hell, I weighed about 100 pounds back then, and I’ve put on almost a pound year and my hair’s a different color and different style. But he recognized me anyway. Makes me feel that there’s still a lot of that vibrant teenager left in this ol’ Crone, and it’s still visible. My ego’s feeling good tonight!
(The photo on the left is me in costume for a college musical.)
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Out of the Mouths of Babes

Well, she’s not really a “babe” in any of that word’s meanings. She’s a 16 year old girl whose mother posted on Blog Sisters something the girl wrote after using the internet to inform herself about the Patriot Act. What she wrote is worth giving more visibility to. So, here it is:
“I am Amelia Margaret Mason and I am 16 years old. I wrote this because I am worried about what the government is doing. I am too young to change things myself, but I hope that you who are reading this can do something about it. I am greatly concerned because I feel that from now on there is the possibility that the world that I will soon be entering will cease to be a free one.
What are the first things that came to mind when you ask someone my age why someone from another country would come here. They would probably say freedom of speech and freedom of religion. There are also many other things that make America special and different from other countries. I think that the terrorists do not like the freedom we have in our country or are some how jealous that they can