Archive for April, 2008

da bronx

i’m pretty tuckered out, so this’ll mostly just be visual. the boy is off school this week, so we’re all about finding Something To Do. today, we went to the bronx:

this is the bronx

seriously. the bronx. chickens, horses and pony rides. miss thing was very excited about the pony ride…in concept. her whole time aboard the beastie, however, she was saying, “…mama….mama….mama…let’s go home….mama…mama…” she liked the chickens better, i think. the boy would have nothing to do with the pony ride to even begin with, but we all saw that coming, didn’t we? he seemed to like our friend jonathan’s shirt better.

btw, the pony was named madonna and the trainer was benny. both were very sweet. so is jonathan.

tomorrow: Ikea!


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beachy keen

well, last weekend we traded in the never-coming spring of new york city for a few days of sudden & early-at-least-to-us summer in southern florida.

oh, yeah.

the t-man’s mother lives just north of west palm, and we hadn’t been down a while, so it was time.

boy, was it time: 85 glorious, slightly humid degrees, bright sun, and sand in your crack. what else could a pasty urbanite ask for?

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one year ago the sweet soul of blacksburg, virginia was shattered. i graduated from virginia tech with my degree in theatre arts, and a special place in my heart for the town i really grew up in. i love that place, and i miss it. i’ve been wanting to visit for a while – haven’t been there in seven or eight years – but now i must. that sweet mountain town has been calling me for the past year, just like it called out to everyone who ever set foot in it, student or not. ‘help me heal’, she asked, ‘help me to repair my broken heart.’ everyone heard her: the fund set up to create scholarships to honor those killed collected over $8 million. alumni have been making pilgrimages back. even the yankees went down to play ball.

so i need to go back. i need to stand in front of those stones and cry. i need to walk across the drillfield and stop in the middle and tell her i heard her and i’m here. and i’m so sorry.

but then.

but then, i want to visit the duckpond, and have a beer at the cellar with lee and lynn and shop on main street – is that donut place still there? – and drive the country roads and visit PAB. she needs us to mourn with her, but she also needs us to help her move on. i can do that.

not being a poet, i can’t say it better than nikki:

We are Virginia Tech.

We are sad today, and we will be sad for quite a while. We are not moving on, we are embracing our mourning.

We are Virginia Tech.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly, we are brave enough to bend to cry, and we are sad enough to know that we must laugh again.

We are Virginia Tech.

We do not understand this tragedy. We know we did nothing to deserve it, but neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS, neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by the rogue army, neither does the baby elephant watching his community being devastated for ivory, neither does the Mexican child looking for fresh water, neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized. No one deserves a tragedy.

We are Virginia Tech.

The Hokie Nation embraces our own and reaches out with open heart and hands to those who offer their hearts and minds. We are strong, and brave, and innocent, and unafraid. We are better than we think and not quite what we want to be. We are alive to the imaginations and the possibilities. We will continue to invent the future through our blood and tears and through all our sadness.

We are the Hokies.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We are Virginia Tech.

-nikki giovanni, april 17, 2007

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