We have our own Christmas Eve tradition. We go to church, place an order, and then go look at the best lights in town until our Chinese food is ready. I remember one year Christmas Eve fell on a Monday and our usual place on the corner, Yen Ching, was closed. Meredith and I drove all over town to find another place because it just wasn't Christmas Eve without Chinese food.
This Christmas will be a little different. Ben is going to San Francisco to be with his girlfriend’s parents for awhile. He’ll be back for the holiday and that is good. Zayn will be here but I don’t know if Steve will be or not. I have a lot of fictive sons who are usually here but as they get older they have other places to go. I miss them all.
I feel fortunate that a couple of nights ago my boys asked me to come spend the night in the city with them and to attend some parties. They were all there, Ben, Matthew, Steve, Austin, Zayn and Graham. We had a raucous time, hanging out in Lincoln Park and Wrigleyville. When Karen and I had our house in Roscoe Village we loved it. We never wanted to leave the city, but it was the right time and the right choice. In a single night with my boys we made a lot of good memories. I got to see the cityscape at night, beautiful buildings next to squalor. I got to cross against traffic and to stand on back porches and fire escapes talking to bright young people about books, music and art. I felt like I was home again.
It is fun being the dad of a bunch of college kids. It is nice that they take good care of me and not the other way around. I am so proud of these boys who I have known so long.