Dim Sum Sunday and the Prime Meridian
This, my angels, is a photo of Yours Truly and Mr. Truly sometime around twenty-five years ago… Now, I did snap a picture of the two of us at our regular Sunday outing to the most fabulous dumpling house in the Los Angeles basin, and I was willing to share — even though I’m letting my grey grow out. However, a certain handsome fellow thought it best if people were to remember him, as he was…
Which brings me to this, the Prime Meridian, in Greenwich — and a thought I had this morning about finding your bearings, and the importance of tradition, especially family tradition.
In our family the Kid always texts me when he’s out and about to make the approach to home. I got this photo right before we were leaving for Dim Sum this morning – with a message (short, as is the custom with young men) that he had arrived and was tired but venturing out in search of shampoo. The Kid has landed, this is his place not far from the university, all’s right with the world.
I’ll see you sometime next week, working on the final edit of the book.