To be 16 again... A quote today from the 16 year-old pup this morning: "Tell Mom when she gets home from church that�I'm meeting friends at Grand Central. We're going to SoHo to hit some galleries and have lunch. I'll be back on the 6:30 train. Can I borrow the credit card? Thanks, Dad - Love ya. Wait, do you have any spare cash?"
When I was 16, NYC had�the same�gravitational pull on me�that it does on her. It still does, I guess. When Aristotle said "Man is a political animal," he meant an animal of the "polis." I like 'em all: polis, suburban, and rural, but have always aspired to "rus in urba" (or is it "urb"?) as a half-baked and unsatisfying, but necessary,�compromise. As long as we can hop a train, or hop in the car, we can have it all. Farm, city, and friendly suburban neighborhood. What a great country!
So pleased with her vitality and investment in life�that I forgot to ask whether she meant the 6:30 departure or the 6:30 arrival.