Friday, June 15, 2012

And Then We Were Gone: Part II


And just as quickly as we came, so abruptly did we leave. If I were inclined to ominous Biblical metaphors, I might even say, like a thief in the night. However, before our ascension to 30,000 feet, buoyed by Hawaiian Airlines Aloha spirit, we squeezed in several other iconic East Coast events.



The Doylestown Memorial Day Parade is as charming as it is impressive for small-town regalia and since I marched in it with a tentative buck-toothed smile and a beaver-like hair-cut in 1988, I always feel a certain nostalgic compulsion to jump into the processional down East Court Street. Fortunately, I resisted that impulse by stuffing my face with munchkins and reminding myself of the children I am charged to only embarrass in their adolescence. Oblivious to my wistfulness and the miracle working of my braces, my kids could not have enjoyed a fleet of arthritic veterans more since the company of their favorite cousins made even a "candy-less" parade thrilling. 


Additionally, we spent a truly perfect day at the beach in Ocean City, NJ with my cousin Laura and her fetching entourage. Now what the Atlantic Ocean lacks in comparative clarity, cleanliness and warmth, it makes up for with skeeball, Mack and Mancos and Kohrs Brother ice-cream.   Catching crabs (crustacean-variety) and wading in the water and building castles in the sand consumed six hours of a tantrum-free afternoon. Side commentary: the lifeguards looked like children, which Laura insists is a function of my age, not theirs. Touché. It was Jersey shore paradise- so take that all you Pacific Ocean elitists.   


After church softball games, Chick-Fil-feasting, quaint parades, baby kissing, family picnics, dinner parties, a Dunkin Donuts intravenous and three weeks as a single parent, when Caid scribbled on my mom's yellow sofa with red marker, we knew it was time to take our leave. Admittedly, flying military stand-by inspires a certain Draconian flexibility and yet here I am, computer-side, plotting our next tentative return to the land of those I love.











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