Remembrance

The picture today as bad as it is was taken as I fed Marsha cake after our wedding ceremony. The other day I was traveling up and then a couple of days later down route 95 through New York. I turned off at Mamarooneck NY. Marsha and I had headed for New York City for a one night honeymoon but did not make it. We took the exit into Mamarooneck and found a motel just after the Washington Arms restaurant. Our meal in that facility that night was my introduction to formal dining. Marsha began to teach me what I should do even there at the beginning. Remembrance is a funny thing. Outside our room was some sort of machine that made horrible noises all night and the room felt about 100 degrees, but it was a special trip anyway. It seemed like the beginning of an us against the world adventure and I thought even then that I had a new and powerful partner for the adventure. We had nothing and yet we had the world. We did not know how we were going to get from point A to Z, but we were brazen in our confidence and our fantasies.

In an earlier blog I mentioned seeing the movie UP with young Jake Tricket. This weekend I was in conversation with my friend Don Blackwell after he had watched the movie with his granddaughter. We talked about the album where the female character was going to paste all the memories from their far off adventure, the adventure that never happened. At the end of the movie the male character opened the scrapbook to find it full of everyday memories and at the end a note thanking him for the great adventure. Passing our honeymoon spot reminded me of all those early dreams and struggles as fantasies were molded into reality. Life day by day still formed the path to a great adventure, just not the one we planned. In fact it was so much better than our dreams, I'm glad we stayed awake and didn't miss it.