Yes, And He Had a Son
So you’ve probably figured out. That my husband and I don’t live some high falutin’ city life style. I like to look out my window and see a lake that goes on forever. Yeah, that’s true enough. Whoa. But the rest, it’s about being alive, isn’t it?
The reason I love Chicago is because it’s all heart and soul. It’s all neighborhoods.
So last night when we went to dinner we met a young man, not young to you, young to us — ’cause we’re old. [I’m so smiling to think on it.]
Wow! It was real life. His son is three. He’s living to see his son grow.
How much more can there be?
Every color of the rainbow lives in the eyes of a father talking about his son, in the eyes of a mother talking about her daughter . . .
It reminds me of a song . . . the song is dated and old, the sentiments are timeless.
I hope the Russians love their children too. They do. I know. I know. Go ahead listen.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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