New move New town

First day of racing season and the downtown was bustling when I went to mail a letter...its also gala season with the white party and any other color title party theme you can imagine...I need to remember that racing is part of the cultural and economy of the area and all these galas raise money for needy causes...but the dichotomy of rich and poor in this area is still giving me pause...Silly hats and dapper clothes collide with the same homeless I see seeking a place in the shade downtown...I miss home...but do I also miss that suburban lifestyle that inoculates you against seeing the reality of life for so many...I know I miss friends...it was a grace to have Ben's friend Sam visit this week and I eagerly await our friends Pat and Dave who should be soon be knocking on our door...Welcome...Welcome to this home and to this place I am still trying to figure out

Thoughts on my son Tim and I and his high school graduation

When I was little, I remember those bandages covering the scabs on my knees. Always, always..I would be running faster than I should, invariably tripping and skinning my knees. Often breaking those scabs open before they had even fully healed.

My son is cautious, wary of long sprints, of bike riding or climbing high and falling and I've protected him in that way...Always hovering, never wanting him to fall...Never wanting him to have those scabs that break open over and over again.

We both have Asperger's. He knew it far earlier than I ever did. He is wary where I blunder headlong into the hurt and the isolation.

I've often wondered what path is the wiser...Yet for all my son's caution, he is beginning to soar while I am still learning how to fly.