ON MY MIND
My Mikey by Paul Kandarian
him up and asked, “Where New Year’s was a few to, buddy?” and he said, about the Jamestown months ago, and one thing “How Playground?” In my lines of work over I’ve noticed when the the years, mostly writing and acting, I’ve spent a fair of my time driving calendar flips is that it gets portion to and from jobs. I don’t mind that much. My dad harder to pinpoint which was always on the road, loved driving, he was never of our x-number of years happier than when he was behind the wheel. I guess I have been exceptional. inherited that from him.
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ut for me, it's a no-brainer: it all started on January 28, 2015, when a little starbust of joy – my
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grandson, Mikey – exploded into my life. New Year’s Day this year was a typical outing for us. I drove to his house, picked
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But as I get older, much as I hate to admit it, driving can be tiring, especially combined with being around someone with boundless energy. So
when Mikey asked to go to Jamestown and one of our favorite playgrounds, I quickly calculated the math: an exhausting afternoon of driving from my home in Marion to his in Taunton and then to Jamestown, then who knows where, then back to his house to drop him off and then back to mine, roughly three and a half hours behind the wheel, covering 150 miles and then some, mixed in and around running through the playground with him, grabbing lunch nearby, and then some hiking up and down pretty rocky terrain.