My Dad, Arthur Leon Child III at 90

 

 

 

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Steven Child	2:43 PM (16 hours ago)

             Though there wasn't the Rainbows or some planetary
lineup on a Moonlit Night, in our wake as we left Tiburon gazing into
the Horizons that rose and fell between distances in the future, we
all chatted and cajoled not only the day, since it was going to be
full of Orange and Pomp and Circumstance, but the weather as perfect
as we could of dreamed of, not sitting on our hands and knees in some
familiar wish or hope, but rather in forms of serendipity, left in our
own musings.
              This then was a collection of the Orme side of the
multi-generational family that gathered at the point in reality that
collided with the Pacific Rim and the multitudes of immigrants right
here in the confluence portrayed in the San Francisco Bay, bridged
together by three glorious bridges known for their personalities and
going by the names of the Golden Gate, The San Francisco Bay Bridge
and the Richmond Bay Bridge to celebrate my Father's and Everyone
else's muse or confident or constant companion in the Universe of
Orme.
               We swiftly entered into the cerebral port of Angel
Island with it's Architectural Styles laid strewn on the open and
exotic landscapes of the Island Itself, and began setting up what was
the Orange Ethereal Garden of Arthur Leon Child, seeing as we had
learned, through the faults of our own that Danny Boy had long settled
on the Color Orange as his favorite sidekick when it came to colors.
We had struck the proverbial Orange pot of Gold, with Earrings,
T-Shirts, Tablecloths, Rings and various other menageries of esoteric
provocations of Orange.
                 We dithered with eating lunch first or going the
route of the tram, and settled quite quickly and unanimously on eating
lunch and the offerings included were breads, cheese and dips, beet
salad, grilled chicken ceasar salad, rainbow fruit salad, orzo salad
and shrimp with cocktail sauce, broccoli salad, assorted alcoholic and
non-alcoholic beverages and tart and Tangy Lemon Meringue pie.
Everyone seemed satiated with the color, taste, layouts and flavor
profiled dancing not only over their tongues but the eye popping
visuals that lay before them.  We  finished the meal off with
lanquishing with Lemon Meringue Pie with a 9 and an 0 that represented
the years of living alive and dangerously of Arthur Leon Child.
                  Afterwards we trammed to our hearts content making
friends with the newly inaugurated driver, and enjoyed the taped
history and culture that surrounded Angel Island and it's days of Wine
and Roses and immigrants came to experience the rawness and exuberance
involved in the American Dream from many cultures, but mostly from
those of the Pacific Rim Nations.
                  Soon after the return from temporary insanity and
arriving and landing on the prescence of day to day reality, we all
broke down the celebratory indulgences and packed and weaved our
excited souls back to the ferry and headed home to our wonderful and
colorful lives.
                   From all of Me's to the characters of all of You's
who so diligently try and decipher these meandering diatribes of joy
and Road Trips, this is Steven filling his lives participating in such
wild, woolly and glorious moments, Child, finding that all roads,
today, at least, had led to the Life and Times of Arthur Leon Child
III, who coincidentally, is also, my Father.  May you all take the
destinations to such Tales of Power, but also realize along the way,
that it is the trip, or the tripping that brings the real evolutions
in our physical souls as we ponder such wanderings, after reaching
those familiar or unfamiliar territories.