Sep 21, 2009 14:26
This is not an eight dollar sandwich.
I come out here when I can, when time permits and I feel the urge. It’s lovely here. At this time of day, before the tide comes in, you can walk down there-down to the southern tip of the island-and see the tide pools.
Jonathan loved this view. He loved this island. We came here on a whim. It must have been… well, it must have been just after the island reopened, the summer of Two-thousand Six. We were going to Georges Island, to see the Fort. He loved the Fort. Very keen on American history. The ferry will take you from Georges here to Spectacle for no extra charge. We came over and these trails here, he just walked and walked and walked… Ran ahead, actually. “Dad! Come over here! Look at this!” You know, as kids do. I let him run. Where was he going to go?
On weekends, there’s a jazz band that plays on the porch. Jonathan liked that. He liked music. He couldn’t have named any song they played, couldn’t have told you who sang it originally. He was into rock music, as kids are, but he loved all music. Couldn’t get him to the Symphony, but every Fourth of July he’d want to watch the Pops on the Esplanade. Tradition. Very American. As I said, very keen on American history.
We came out here last year. Around this time, late in the season. I remember the ferry back, he talked about coming here as early as possible. He wanted to swim. I don’t swim. But he wanted to swim. He almost had me agree to it.
He was gone by the time the season started. My beautiful boy. Gone.
I came here for him. Still haven’t gone swimming.