Another pleasure of my vacation-ette: taking the bus up and the train down with my godfather, aka Uncle Bill, who also wears the following identities, in this order: my dad's roommate in college, his best friend, my mom's boyfriend, my mom's ex-boyfriend, my father's best man, my younger sister's godfather. The son of a Bronx cop, a Harvard graduate, a stockbroker, Bill is just one of those ineffably gracious people you move to New York to be around. I loved hearing his story about having a crush on Grace Paley, about visiting Montana (this is a man who is rarely, even now, out of a suit and tie). And especially, I loved that he seems to remember details about my dad that I have forgotten.
posted by Martha @ 4:11 PM
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