The kid here isn’t my awesome son, Master G, with the tongue poking out and always busy – though it could be Master G…!
Like father, like son?! We’ll see! It’s a privilege being his Dad.
Having blogged and podcasted and YouTubed regularly pre my son ‘running on to the field’ (now eight-year-old ‘Master G’), life has certainly changed…!
It seems like yesterday that I was a political adviser, although that was over fifteen years ago (…!); or when I stood on Wellington’s waterfront and decided to move there – yet that was a heading to two decades’ ago, too. Two presidents have been sworn in since President Barack Obama and his Inauguration, and I stood in DC’s National Mall and shivered and loved it, history being made, with people from Illinois surrounding me, cheering for him, for them, and for the future. Days before I had walked the Civil War battlefields of Antietam and Gettysburg, and immersed myself in the incredible silence that enveloped the battlefields.
A recent book I read by the late Professor Jack Falla, an ice hockey fan and journalist, rekindled a desire to experience, and to reflect.
Words are precious. Books by Gideon Haigh and Tom Lewis, David Day and Peter Lalor fill my bookshelves on and offline. I love words and I love writing that is effortless and paints and is free of itself.
Master G already has books signed by Gideon and Gerard Whateley and Peter Lalor, and a signed personal letter from Tony Dodemaide – not bad for a young child who is but in is early years of schooling. And how grateful to those gents am I.