Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Childhood Chum Charlie Chases His Dreams
At 31, fatherhood finally came for my boyhood friend, Charlie.
He started in southern Missouri, then a stint in the Navy took him around the world more than once. A few years later he taught at the Academy in Pensacola, now he's out and settled in Maine. He looks happy to me - as if he understands that the real adventure is just now beginning.
We all have our dreams that keep us childlike. I can't imagine waking-up each morning without my dreams to feed from - you see, while others have 401k-plans, my dreams ARE my security. As long as I have them, I have a purpose. My daughter wants to be a writer and the other day my son Samuel stated he would be an artist. He's pretty hard-headed, so I assume his mind may be made-up on that issue. Hard to argue with influence. I suppose the best I can do is try that much harder to establish myself in the artworld, so he doesn't have as hard a road when it comes his time.
My father was a teacher and my mother an office administrator. Although neither was really the right path for me, I definately found more appeal in his career than her's. I stated before that pension plans and group benefits don't ring my bell quite as loud as they seem to for typical Joe-American. This is a strange path I've chosen for my little family and I'm fortunate to have a daughter that regularly asks, "where do we get to move next?" Or a wife that equally loves traveling and really gets into this whole "travel artist" idea. As a family, we're not sure which place sounds like the most fun for the next "best place": Maine, Alaska, Hawaii, Costa Rica, Ireland, Italy... Japan. They're all on the list and like the previous moves, we'll agree to hold hands when we jump. - DN