Tuesday, January 30, 2007
We're captive on the carousel of time
Will you allow me one more post about my vacation? I keep returning to one moment from that trip. My sister came in for the weekend with her kids and we were walking by Rockefeller Center on Saturday afternoon when I casually mentioned that I'd always wanted to skate there. That's all my niece and nephew needed to hear. They begged and begged (saving me the trouble) until my sister caved in. Never mind that they couldn't skate, or that it'd been at least 20 years since my sister or I had been on skates, within a few minutes we were dragging the kids around that famed rink. It's a quintessential NY touristy thing to do, right? The kids loved it. You should have seen them, all bundled up in hats and gloves, and sweating from all their Bambi-like efforts to stay up, faces beaming. Mine, too. I'm ear to ear now just thinking about it. Only I wasn't sweating, yo, as I'd opened my jacket, the better to highlight the casual drape of my jaunty red cashmere scarf. Oh, have I mentioned that a certain hott Santa gave me that gorgeous thing from the Banana Republic ad. The scarf, I mean. God, I do love it. And those kids, of course. I love those kids. Even though they're not mine, I cherish them and that afternoon. They'll be grown too soon and I'll no longer be the coolest guy ever. Circle game, Joni, you're so right.