Missing Rory

Dad took us on excursions all around the City. I have photographic records showing more mileage covered than the entire New York subway system. Rory and Dad's camera fell in love, and never stopped the affair. I'm always rediscovering, Rory for an instant, making a mundane place into the most exciting place on earth. He did it in Central Park. We lived 10 minutes away, went there 1000 times, if you look at Rory in the Central Park photos, you'd think it was his first trip to Disneyland. He did the same thing at Yankee Stadium (he hated sports), or in a snow pile. I know we had fun sometimes, but looking at these pictures confuses me, since a lot of the time things weren't so great and miserable stuff comes back. Seeing Rory's excitement in these photos keeps the crappy memories at bay. Not forever, but long enough.
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101 Dalmations

When I was 6, Dad took me to the 86th Street RKO to see 101 Dalmations. We split a large Seven-Up and a box of Pom-Poms. I immediately loved the movie for a bunch of reasons, but two stuck. The first was the scene in the film where they all sat around and watched TV together. Dad, Mom, Rory and me did that too. Only thing we did without battling. The second impression that never left was these two dogs were terrific parents, the kids screwed up, got in all kinds of trouble but the parents hung in with them. I remember thinking, I hope Dad is watching this movie closely.







I achieved a Joe DiMaggio type streak today. 101 straight days of blog entries.
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