Summer Solstice Moon
Funny how events that happen during a visit, often outside the particular place visited, shape memories. Last night Jon, Jen, Ruth and Gabe were in Minneapolis when a riptide of lightning pulled heavy rain in its tow. Jon said, “I knew if I could get to Columbia Heights, we’d be ok.” They saw manhole covers burst up and forded one high spot, but managed to get back to our merely soggy home about 9:30 pm.
On a visit to Denver a year ago right now, James Holmes shot up a theater full of late night movie goers watching Batman: The Dark Knight Rises. This was in Aurora, not far from where my hotel and Jon and Jen’s home. They teach in the Aurora school district, so the event hit them hard.
Back in 1968 I tried, briefly, to move to New York City. Stymied by uncertain draft status I couldn’t find work. But, I was there for Bobby Kennedy’s funeral held at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Another trip a year earlier found me in Toronto during the time of what would become a historic John Cage concert, which I accidentally attended.
