Ryan Patrick

I like this one better from today's Press and Sun Bulletin for anyone who didn't see it. I hope Ryan is feeling better. Jeez.

Let the games begin

I guess it's officially summer now, though I have to say it doesn't feel that way just yet. Must be officially summer because I went to the Binghamton Mets game last night with Jim and I only do that in the summer....

Ryan has been looking around for a summer job that pays with an actual check and doesn't involve a court, field or ball. He works on the weekends at a farm and that keeps him in gas money but he'd like to try something different.

So I got to thinking about summer jobs, which of course doesn't just mean "summer" jobs, but those jobs we had before we became all that we are today. I don't have a real good recollection of what you-all were doing in your spare time to earn money but I think the wide variety of jobs that I had really helped develop adult skills.

Babysitting, naturally, is one of those top teenage jobs. This is Kathy and I on Buffalo Street with two of our charges. I have Molly Homokay who lived int hat house you see in the background. Kathy has Scotty and I think he lived right next door. I had lots of babysitting experiences including watching kids at the track while parents did motocross racing. I remember once calling Mom to ask how to open a can of tuna fish with a hand held opener. I only knew how to operate an electric opener. I think that was the same motocross family and they lived right across the street from the elementary school.

I also babysat for the social studies teacher Mr. Hotelling. I liked going to their house but I can't remember the kids too well. They started an event in Silver Creek to honor their daughter Laurel who was born with Down Syndrome. It's one of those connections to my childhood that I will carry with me always, even though I can't say I specifically remember Laurel. I do remember the family.

I worked for Burt in his office briefly once, answering phones. I picked grapes, strawberries and tomatoes. I was a clerk at Brooks for a long time. I scooped ice cream in a convenience store (probably my least favorite). I worked two summers in Dallas: one summer at a dry cleaners run by Iranians during the hostage crisis. Very interesting.

One summer at the "Union Standard Insurance Company" (I still remember answering the phone) putting together household policies for Arkansas, Texas and Oklahoma. You didn't know that, did you? That summer, I had just gotten contacts and one of them went down the sink in the ladies room. One of the suit guys came in to the ladies room and tried to retrieve it from the sink pipes--and he did! In my mind's eye, I can still see him bent over under that sink in his good pants and shirt.

It probably didn't help Kathy and Peter's relationship for me to be there so much so early in their marriage. You don't think of those things at that age. I drove myself to Dallas and back and I can imagine what Mom was thinking all that time. I was the age Amy is now and we can barely reconcile ourselves to allow her to drive to Wallops Island by herself (as she naturally prefers).

So, for you guys--I think I remember Kathy and Paula both working at the pool? Chris at the grocery store. I'm sure you have lots of interesting stories about those summer jobs. Share! As you think about those days, enjoy the official start of summer.

As I look at this picture again, how about those shorts? I made that top too. Ahh...the good ole days.

Boy, they clean up good!

Ryan's prom. Yikes. It went really well despite some rain and their limo losing its muffler!. Ryan was named to court, which was a nice surprise. It's just a major relief when they all get home safe and sound.

Amy is home and has started working her internship at the Ross Park Zoo. She comes home full of great stories mostly involving poop. There's a penguin that need sunscreen, a bear with a bad tooth and 12 pounds of meat to lug to each tiger every day. And there's poop. She's also subbing at school now and the stories are similar!!

What Mary Jane taught me

When I went outside to get the paper this morning, it was mild and I could hear the birds chirping back and forth. There is a very slight lilac scent in the air. A deep breath, a small smile to myself and I think of Mary Jane. Mary Jane taught me many things, even outside what I learned from her illness and death. I imagine she doesn't know that and never did. Since that's a damn shame, this post is a reflection of some of what she taught me.

I think I was already inclined to observe nature and appreciate its beauty and balance but Mary Jane taught me to really stop and let that beauty be absorbed. To just stop, breathe, listen, look (see it, hear it, smell it) and embrace it in that moment. I recall a story that she was watching ants one day --just watching the ants troop along. So many of those pictures I have such as this one are because Mary Jane taught me to stop and take the time to embrace these miracles. Usually this is accompanied by the click of the camera for me. All such pictures are really her legacy.

She taught me how cool the sound of clicking of high heels on a hard surface can sound. I imagine she, like me, kind of enjoyed the message this sound sent down the hallways. Striding with the confidence and security that little noise adds to your persona. Yes, I'm coming your way and you should be ready for me. I didn't used to care about my shoes one little bit. That has definitely changed and I think she'd love my collection of shoes now--most of them make noise in the hallway!

I didn't put a label on this lesson until recently but Mary Jane taught me that "you don't know what you don't know". You don't know how you are perceived by others. You don't know that someone else's perception of you dictates their behavior toward you. Almost always you see yourself differently. Neither is 100 percent right or wrong so it's important to acknowledge that there might be information you don't have that would help answer the old "why in the world is she acting this way?" kind of question we ask ourselves.

You don't know what you don't know usually results in an AHA! moment when you learn something new. I didn't know what to expect in those last few hours of Mary Jane's life. Kathy did. Although I guess it was probably worse for her that she did know and could read the signs in ways that I could not, I do feel somewhat cheated by that lack of awareness. My AHA moment that day was weighed down by grief and confusion but did give me some tools to use especially with Mom. So I guess that was one of Mary Jane's gifts to Mom and Dad. Ugly but beautiful in a twisted way.

Like this picture. Ugly but beautiful in a twisted way (pun intended). So this is my tribute to Mary Jane today.

Matthew the Teenager

Happy Birthday Matthew! If my calculations are right, this is number 13!! Just to keep you humble, I added this picture of you and Amy just about 13 years ago. We are looking forward to seeing you guys this week on the ball field. Amy is home now so maybe we can re-create this for you in another 13 years.