The
more pleasant memory was of the year before, when I was staying, temporarily
with my daughter, in South San Francisco, with her newborn baby, Stephanie. Many barf-on-me-moments come to mind, as I fed
and burped my first grand-daughter.
One
thing that sticks, is that Halloween, 1988, when I visited my sister, and
FORCED her out of her house, to join me in a walking tour of Willow Glen.
Halloween
is a kid’s holiday [aren’t they all?] I
had just returned from a decade in England, where I watched the kids there,
take to Halloween like a duck to water. One
of our best USA exports. My energy at
being back in home-Halloween-land was unstoppable, my sister couldn’t resist.
Amazingly,
the naiveté of young children was contagious.
She had a great time. We both
did. That was my most memorable Halloween,
ever.
You sure know how to get to a girl’s heart.
ReplyDeleteYes, I remember that Halloween. It was the end of the day. I was tired. I was living in a neighborhood with few kids so I hadn’t paid much attention to Halloween for a while. Your enthusiasm won me over and we had a ball. I hadn’t had a Halloween like that since the kids were little.
I also remember when you did the same thing on a Xmas Eve as I was preparing dinner for the whole family and you demanded that I drop everything and come to see Star Wars. And again, I griped all the way and then loved it. You have a way of doing that to people.
You never cease to amaze me, Peter. A lot hidden away in that, sometimes blustery tough guy persona.
No one could ask for a better brother or friend. I LOVE these memories.