The Story Is Always Unfolding

Mom and Dad drove me back to the city with boxes of Christmas decorations. I showed them how to take the Brooklyn exit out of the Holland Tunnel and end up on 6th Avenue, like I learned a few weeks ago on the Fall Foliage trip. Dad pointed out to a brick apartment building in the West Village to Mom.

"He used to live in that building."

"Who used to live there?" I asked.

"Alan - he was really the first gay person I knew."

I looked at them from the back seat through the rear-view mirror.

"Yeah, me too," Mom said.

"And he was old. I mean he was in his sixties...and his partner was about twenty years younger, and a black man."

"They were at our wedding, weren't they? But they didn't come together."

"He didn't come because he was sick, but Earl came, with a date."

"Of course Earl was a great dancer."

"Actually we knew them through Eugene."


What Would I Be

What Belongs to You, Garth Greenwell


White Wine in the Sun

Singing White Wine in the Sun by Tim Minchin in this year's NYCGMC holiday concert. Music, comfort food, wine, friends, family, and something to look forward to are how I am going to get through this week.



When I see you, I smile a Snow Day smile.