Simon Turns 4
I try to think back on my 4th birthday. It’s hazy. Actually,  I don’t remember a thing. Are our boys going to remember all we’ve forgotten? We are back home and immediately driving around. I see billboards on the sides of buses for sequels to movies which I’ve never heard of. I hear radio ads for the season premiere of t.v shows I didn’t know existed. I’m lost in a loop of time made relevant and precious by our boys growing up. Their birthdays, first waves, first wins, first losses all plotted out-seemingly scattered- not linear but in a circular pattern – like the Doppler effect starting out strong and tapering off. Then the next celebration comes around with its present day clarity like a needle placed on a scratchy record only to fade in and out.
Simon had a nice birthday . Pizza and ice cream. What’s not to like. On the Friday after his birthday we had a little gathering in the afternoon at Will Rogers Park with some friends and family and a few dogs.
Simon spent most of the afternoon flying a kite and eating the frosting off of cupcakes. I wonder if he’ll remember this day. I will.
Back in the car again. I ‘m at a stop sign thinking about traveling in a circular path. Only if the track is small enough do I actually know I’m going around in circles. My circles are loose, uneven, full of currents and eddies. The car behind me gives me a friendly toot of their horn. I’m waiting for a sign that says Go.













