Winter Waxing Cold Moon
Ruthie ran down the drive and said, “One last hug, Granpop!” We had come back from an evening at the childhood sensation, Chuck E. Cheese. I hugged Jon and Jen, kissed Gabe, under a crescent moon and took for the Marriot for one last night in Colorado.
Chuck E. Cheese, for those uninitiated, is a bunch of booths spread out among many games of chance and skill. All the games take one token, available with purchase of the meal. The food is unremarkable, but the music is loud, the place safe–it has rules against gang colors, signs, weapons (which made me wonder)–and there’s a video camera where your kid can go and perform, broadcast on in-house closed circuit TV’s. Ruth performed.
It’s been a good six days here. Family requires time and this is probably minimal but it was important, for me and for them.
