Mamaroneck, in addition to being near Eulalie’s high school sailing waters, is a 10 minute drive from Rye, New York. Rye is home to Eric’s third brother, Jack and his family–wife Sonali, Benjamin, and Tara. Time and we unwound as we became their neighbors for a relaxed couple of weeks during which we visited, went to the theater to see Ben and Tara in Oink (a musical version of the Three Pigs), and entertained them on Elizabeth Jean. On our final evening together, we cozied up on the living room couch and watched a video of Jack and Sonali’s wedding reception. There in high definition resolution were my brother Dave and I in turn toasting the newlyweds. The crowd later raised the couple on chairs for a wild traditional Jewish hora, a somehow fitting cross cultural addition to the Catholic wedding service and stunning Indian wedding regalia worn by the bride and her family. My mother’s voice caught my ear. The roving photographer had been documenting the event, soliciting comments from the happy crowd. Among the happiest, our parents. With well traveled words, Muz recounted how Pog came into her life: a blind date on her twenty-first birthday. As if blarney-stone kissed, she waxed on about my father–his kindness, patience, strength and humour. Well trained by the years, he waited, patiently bemused. At my mother’s pause, he looked at her, “Are you free later tonight?” If voices could wink, his would have. Then, they were again gone as the photographer moved on. If for a moment my parents and their warmth and love had re-entered our lives so too had we again rejoined both of our families’ lives as we journeyed up the East Coast.
Tara takes the helm.