November 5, 2005 — Last year my wife and I took my son to see the Zucchini Brothers, a band that performs music for kids. He was a little young (21 months) for the whole experience, but it was fun nonetheless to expose him to it and see the look on his face as he saw his first-ever live artistic performace.
After all the anticipation, the curtain went up, he lasted a few songs and was done. We had anticipated as such and my wife had packed a picnic lunch for us eat somewhere on the way back home. This truly turned out to be the highlight of the day.
It was late fall, perfect temperature — the kind of day that smells of your childhood. We had our peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches, potatoe chips and milk (soda for Mommy and Daddy) on the grounds of the Vanderbilt Mansion (officially a national park, I guess.) At least that’s what we did when we weren’t catching leaves, climbing trees and just running around.
Something about that day made it an instant perfect day in my memory. Now the cool, crisp smell of Fall will forever remind me of my son’s childhood.