Thousands are sailing
Dad and Mom, New York City, 1968. (Thank you Aunt Katie!) Anyone recognize the location?
My phone rang for the umpteenth time late afternoon: I glanced down. Another New York call. Business. Better take it.
"Kyran Pittman," I answered.
There was an unbusiness-like sigh. It took me a minute to place the voice. Familiar, but different.
"Do you know, I was twenty five years old the last time I was in this city?"
Today is my Mom's 65th birthday. I'm sitting in Little Rock airport about to board a flight to join her in New York, where she has been since just before that phone call. Her, or a twenty five year old girl I've never met.
I can't wait.
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