22nd
Father's Day
We celebrated Father’s Day by getting up at dawn. Baby and I had a card for Dada. We headed out before lunch for the long drive back to NYC and arrived around dinnertime. We ended up in Brooklyn, walked to the nearest subway stop, waited for a train while watching a rat scurry around down on the tracks. Our suitcase started to come apart around the handle.
On the first train the bug made friends with a young woman on her way back to England and an older gentleman with a grandson almost exactly his age. We switched to the air train and Lex stared at a bald, heavily tattooed guy with big earrings who was speaking Spanish with his friends. When he saw Lex staring, I piped up, “do you like my hairdo?” showing him Lex’s baldie head. “Yeah, buddy, I like your hairdo.” By the end of the ride they were fast friends, Lex rubbing the man’s shaved skull, waving goodbye as he reached the stop for his terminal.
We were through security and early to the gate. The flight was delayed and delayed again. We had pizza and Chinese food for dinner and then the bug walked all around the gate and headed out to explore the rest of the airport.
Eventually he went to sleep on my lap, and stayed sacked out through boarding, takeoff (midnight) and our one a.m. arrival in Richmond. We collected luggage, reclaimed the car in the parking garage, wrangled him into the carseat and out again as we arrived at home. He slept like a champ.
Happy Father’s Day, Dada. Love you.
