Wednesday, May 19, 2004

Boats Against the Current

Today is my mom’s actual birthday – last weekend was just the celebration so the family could get together from places like Baltimore and Miami. My dad is taking her to a cozy little place for a quiet celebration, just the two of them, which is as it should be.

And, coincidentally, today is the thirtieth anniversary of my graduation from the University of Miami. The ceremony was held in the cavernous Miami Beach Convention Center. I sat with a group of my fellow drama majors and at the appropriate moment we all stood up, the president announced our degrees, and we sat down again.

Later we had a little party at a friend’s house for both my graduation and Mom’s birthday. In some ways it seems like only yesterday – and in some others, it seems like forever (how deep is that?) I had no idea that thirty years later I’d be back in Miami still in touch with friends from that time and still going in on weekends to the University of Miami’s Ring Theatre scene shop to help build scenery, just like I did when I was a student. (Of course, Ken, I was a skilled carpenter then, too.)

F. Scott Fitzgerald was right: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”