Well, the idea is romantic. The reality? Not so much.
My greatest diner experience happened when I was four years old! My Mother had taken me down to downtown Brooklyn, which was a big deal in itself. Must've been for a doctor's appointment, I have no memory of it. Anyway, afterwards as a treat she took me to a diner. It was one of those bright bright winter days and the diner, which was all aluminum and white to begin with was like super-white from the sunlight streaming in. The big plate glass windows had that bright frosted look of winter mornings. I must've been treated with kid's coffee -- half milk, half coffee. But my main memory is of the tremendous whiteness. That really got to me.
Some of those first walks into the world are memorable, including tastes reserved for grown-ups. Coffee did not disappoint, but wine did, as the taste did not match the wonderfully fruity smell that wafted by when the silver tray of "communion cups" (tiny thimble sized glasses of real wine in the 50's and 60's before the switch to grape juice) was passed.
You will help to uncover his gifts You will figure out how he learns You'll get as much support as possible
The greatest barometer of success is parental involvement Not to wrench him out of comfort But to join him where he is
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Well, he's no Tom Petty. Just sitting here deleting stuff from my ridiculously long bookmark list.
Well, the idea is romantic. The reality? Not so much.
My greatest diner experience happened when I was four years old! My Mother had taken me down to downtown Brooklyn, which was a big deal in itself. Must've been for a doctor's appointment, I have no memory of it. Anyway, afterwards as a treat she took me to a diner. It was one of those bright bright winter days and the diner, which was all aluminum and white to begin with was like super-white from the sunlight streaming in. The big plate glass windows had that bright frosted look of winter mornings. I must've been treated with kid's coffee -- half milk, half coffee. But my main memory is of the tremendous whiteness. That really got to me.
Those flashes of early childhood memory are so precious. Plus you were buzzed on caffeine!
That must of been Juniors.
Some of those first walks into the world are memorable, including tastes reserved for grown-ups. Coffee did not disappoint, but wine did, as the taste did not match the wonderfully fruity smell that wafted by when the silver tray of "communion cups" (tiny thimble sized glasses of real wine in the 50's and 60's before the switch to grape juice) was passed.
You will help to uncover his gifts
You will figure out how he learns
You'll get as much support as possible
The greatest barometer of success is parental involvement
Not to wrench him out of comfort
But to join him where he is
And when he is ready
You walk him into the world.
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