Monday, June 23, 2008

What Are You Doing On The First Day Of Summer?











My son called me on my birthday in March and asked me that question. He had just purchased 2 tickets to see James Taylor at Jones Beach on Long Island, NY ~ on the first day of summer! This was a chance for us to have an adventure like the ones we used to share when he was younger.I booked a room at a nice hotel and planned a whirlwind kind of day!

We took the car on the ferry to Port Jefferson ~ from there this Mom put metal to the petal to make to the next ferry on the other side of Long Island in Patchoug. We took that 25 minute ferry to a glorious paradise of my youth ~ Watch Hill on Fire Island. This part of Fire Island has no cars, one bar/restaurant, state camp grounds, and mile after magical mile of white sand and Atlantic Ocean.

We sat on the outdoor deck of the bar - drinking beer and listening to a live band that just happen to show up as we got there at 2pm. We walked 2 miles on the beach and talked about everything under the sun. My son sees the good in people so conversations are always positive with him. We even found a piece of beach glass! We laughed out of control when this guy who seemed to think he was SO cool walked by us with a big tag hanging from his butt ~ from a discount store.

At 6:45 ~ we got back on the ferry to our car and headed to Jones Beach for the 8:00 concert. WHAT a venue for a concert! It is right in the water! Our seats were AMAZING!!! Right in front! He confesed just how much he had paid for those tickets! Boy was I glad I booked us at a nice hotel!
James Taylor was better and crisper than ever. He sang all his classics plus everything from Broadway tunes to The Dixie Chicks. He sang "Sweet Baby James" ~ a song I used to sing to my brother James when he was little.
We got back to our room after midnight. The next morning we had a great breakfast and hung around Port Jeff until the 1:00 Ferry.
This will go down as one of the top week-ends in my life. Time spent with my preciuos son requires no words ~ we understand each other so well. Thoughts of him bring tears to my eyes. He is my special treasure from God.

1 comment:

Pat Winter said...

This post gave me goosebumps as I read and listened to a favorite old song. I love James Taylor and I go back to the good old days every time I hear him.
What an absolutely lovely weekend spent with your son. I can just imagine the magic.