Last year about this time I was at a friend’s wedding in Brooklyn. This weekend, we are taking the family to visit friends in DC. There is a sense of energy in big cities that doesn’t exist anywhere else. There is a sense that everyone wants to be doing something different, and discovering things about people tends to play out like a good plot.
An old boss, the buttoned up, nerdy account leader with a degree in math and the awful habit of giving me notes on body language in client meetings was actually Mr. Leather 1998?
Runner up, anyway.
And now I’m racked with what to pack for Roscoe, the perfect time to leave to avoid as much beltway traffic as possible and worried about arriving too late Friday night to wake our friends, who have a child of their own. Where do I stop to feed him- I can’t possibly stop in a rest area after dark! And the general anxiety about having a child in the back seat while I’m cruising down the Devil’s main drive (that’s what most people down here call DC).
This anxious, broke and balding father was actually a decent playwright?
So, here’s to discovery.