Have I told you that Mia’s favorite game to play is Monopoly? Mark and I have had the Seattle version lying around for years, bought or given as a gift way before the girls were born, but it’s only really been heavily played in the last year and that’s because Mia brings it out and wants to play a couple of times a week. She gets the game too, and she and Mark will totally play for real, while Claudine usually acts as the official banker, doling out the money and managing the property cards. We were in the burbs this weekend and Mia made sure to bring it with us to my parents’ house.
Another new week. It’s going to get more busy for me from here on out, so I tried to get a jump start on the work over the weekend while my dad spent all day Saturday with the kids. My mind was still on Friday, however. The day ended up being closer to 80 degrees and it was like craziness erupted in the city with what seemed like every New Yorker outside soaking up the sun and exhaling from the winter. I met up with my oldest NYC friend in Union Square who was visiting from out of town and as we stood between mobs of people participating in a political demo on our left and a crowd gathered around a street performance on our right, he remarked that Union Square felt a lot like how Washington Square Park did back in the 80s. Never thought about it, but yeah, he was kind of right. 22 years ago, we would have been at that political demo, but we left the young kids to do the protesting and we walked over to a quieter side street and sat on a stoop and talked for 2 hours, just as we may have done in the late 80s when we were hanging out together almost everyday. But we didn’t talk about the Gulf War or George Bush or being vegan or whatever teenage angst was running through our lives at the time. We talked about taxes and being at age-related crossroads in our careers, about New York and Portland and having kids.
There was probably a good 12 years or so when we weren’t in touch. It was only since last year that I got a random email from him. I’m glad. There really isn’t anyone I care to be in touch with again from those “New York years”, but he would be the only one and I know why. It’s such a trip to sit on that stoop and take a walk around the city while talking simultaneously about the past and “old people problems”. While we both grew up into adults since the time we knew each other back when we were kids, the underlying comfort of our friendship has remained unchanged. He hadn’t lived in the city in about 15 years and we talked about all the things that he missed about home. As we walked down the street and saw some old piece of electronic equipment come randomly flying out a 2nd story window of an apartment building and land in the middle of the street, neither of us batted an eye. We just kinda shrugged and thought to ourselves, “that’s New York”.