The Kt we loved

The Kt we loved
"I just might hurt you if you don't move that camera." — Kt

Saturday, November 10, 2012

731 Days

Way back in the late 1970s, when the world was younger (as was I), a friend brought over an album by Pink Floyd. No, not Dark Side of the Moon; while that is, was, and always will be a classic (and I've bought it at least five times, in different formats), I'm talking about Wish You Were Here.

I immediately loved it, and think it's in some ways better than DSOM, although I'm sure that could lead to a lengthy discussion/argument. Maybe it's just that DSOM's whole alienation theme has been overdone, but that doesn't explain why I loved it instantly, as I hadn't really listened to that wide a variety of music yet.

Anyway, the Floyd's simple tribute to their lost friend and bandmate, Syd Barrett, remains a triumph, 35+ years and uncounted listens later.


And of course, on this day and every day, a gut-wrenching experience just to think about. Still can't believe it's been two years; still can't believe she isn't just out with friends.

Katie, sure wish you were here (YouTube).



We're having a quiet day, and greatly appreciating the things Kt's friends are writing on her Facebook page. Somehow they make us feel happy and sad at the same time; this is a good thing. Thank you.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Three, Two, One…LEGO!

I’m writing this between rounds at the Ashburn regional FIRST LEGO League (FLL) tournament, where I’m Head Judge again. I wrote about FLL last year, and am glad to be back.

I just watched the only all-girl team at this tournament: six fourth-grade girls. Although their youth and inexperience was evident, I thought they did remarkably well for fourth-graders. And they were having fun, as is every kid I’ve seen here.

I felt simultaneously nostalgic and enervated this morning as I drove down a dark, deserted Greenway, music blasting. It reminded me both of many such tournaments past and of taking Katie to her early-morning hockey games. Special times, much missed.