Told my son about my mondo beyondo last noc over a lovely and leisurely dinner at Wicked. He misses the sky blue ’85 chevy celebrity that was his first car. He doesn’t believe it’s possible to find another one like it — thinks they’re rare. I think otherwise.
When we first got the battle wagon, he felt like a soccer mom — most teen boys want the flashy red sportscar that screams to cops “pull me over.” He was no exception but he grew to appreciate that car as did I. Safe, reliable, good on gas, reasonable mileage, it had been well taken care of, “a grandfather’s car.” It’s long gone and a long story, but I told him last night I am going to manifest another one for him. I told him I’m putting it out to my mondo beyondo community and whomever else is out there. I want him to always believe in the power of dreams.
Took the above photo when A was 17 and still had the battle wagon (an old print transformed though rollip into a polaroid — when he saw the pic last noc, he smiled and said “that’s an awful picture.” Love my kid’s straight shooting honesty.)…I am still so in love with my kids — and he was my first, the apple of my eye, an incredible big brother, inventive, imaginative, a subtle sense of humor, the best son, follower of dreams and a trooper always. Thank you for coming into my world to light my life, babe!
