Brooklyn. Home to poet Walt Whitman. And now, more than a hundred years later, a combination of Hassidic Jews, Hipsters and Hispanics.
Your mother and I have come here on the one year anniversary of my proposing to her.
On Bedford Avenue, we found a bookstore that is my favorite kind -- full of all kinds of hard-to-find art books, monographs, poetry books and magazines. Among the books I found is a collection called: "El Libro de las Preguntas" by Pablo Neruda (a favorite poet, along with Walt Whitman): The Book of Questions.
In it, Neruda asks questions like:
Dónde está el centro del mar?
Por qué no van allí las olas?
Where is the center of the sea?
Why do waves never go there?
A whole book of these. And I then wonder all of the questions that go through my mind when I think of you, life traveler. Questions like:
Will I be a better father to you than I was a friend to myself?
When will I first disappoint both of us? How long will it take?
Will your forgive me?
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