Lockdown Day 82: Take a Lesson from The Kid / Encierro Día 82: Toma una Lección de El Hermanito

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THE KID BROTHER. WE SPOKE again Tuesday night (afternoon for him), as we do every Tuesday night (afternoon for him). He’s been fairly pleasant these last four weeks.

Work is “good.” “Busy.” “Not too busy.” He’s eating. “Don’t worry about me,” he says. “Looks like no softball for me this year!” The weather is “nice.” Except when it’s not. The news is “bad.” His roommates are “fine.”

Well, one roommate, Chris, is fine. He won’t speak of the other who regularly answers the phone and whom I like very much. According to The Kid Brother, “He’s messy! He needs to pick his clothes up off the floor… And wash them!” And there’s no forgiving that.

In The Kid Brother’s mind, there’s also no forgiving prejudice. Somehow, he grew up with no racial bias. I had to learn to overcome what I saw through my parents’ eyes, my early childhood suburban eyes, my white-privileged eyes. The Kid Brother was never affected by any of that and would never tolerate it. He also wouldn’t tolerate unkind comments about anyone else’s appearance or awkwardness. The Kid Brother requires all my patience. He also teaches me a lot.

Unfortunately, I have never been able to teach The Kid Brother to hold the door for anyone else. He’s got his priorities.

The photo at top is of The Kid Brother in front of the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, 1980. The one below is of us with him in Brooklyn in August 1989.

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EL HERMANITO. HABLAMOS NUEVAMENTE EL martes por la noche (por la tarde para él), como lo hacemos todos los martes por la noche (por la tarde para él). Ha sido bastante agradable estas últimas cuatro semanas.

El trabajo es “bueno.” “Ocupado.” “No demasiado ocupado.” Él está comiendo. “No te preocupes por mí”, dice. “¡Parece que no hay softball para mí este año!” “El clima es agradable.” Excepto cuando no lo es. La noticia es “mala.” Sus compañeros de cuarto están “bien”.

Bueno, un compañero de cuarto, Chris, está bien. No hablará del otro que regularmente contesta el teléfono y que me gusta mucho. Según El Hermanito, “¡Está desordenado! Necesita recoger su ropa del suelo … ¡Y lavarla! Y no hay que perdonar eso.

En la mente de The Kid Brother, tampoco hay prejuicios indulgentes. De alguna manera, creció sin prejuicios raciales. Tuve que aprender a superar lo que vi a través de los ojos de mis padres, mis ojos suburbanos de la primera infancia, mis ojos privilegiados blancos. El Hermanito nunca se vio afectado por nada de eso y nunca lo toleraría. Tampoco toleraría comentarios desagradables sobre la apariencia o incomodidad de los demás. El Hermanito requiere toda mi paciencia. También me enseña mucho.

Desafortunadamente, nunca he podido enseñarle a El Hermanito que abra la puerta a nadie más. Él tiene sus prioridades.

La foto en la parte superior es de El Hermanito frente a la Campana de la Libertad en Filadelfia, 1980. El siguiente es de nosotros con él en Brooklyn en agosto de 1989.

You can always tell when the [vertically challenged] Dowager Duchess was the photographer; the photos are taken from below.
Siempre se puede saber cuándo fue la fotógrafa [desafiada verticalmente] Dowager Duchess; las fotos están tomadas desde abajo.

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SUMMER ’73: LIKE A FINE WINE,
I HOPE. BETTER WITH AGE.

In a recent conversation with an acquaintance, I was disappointed to learn how he really thinks. He said ignorant things about a particular group of fellow human beings. I told him politely that I didn’t agree. I then told him why.

He did an about-face and said that people should be allowed to live their lives as they want but he then began disparaging another group. I again politely voiced my disagreement and the subject was changed. After a while, I left feeling annoyed, resentful, and angry.

I won’t share the details. You have your own “Nasties” in your life and don’t need to be hurt by mine.

Some people are brilliant at sniping and venting comically on their blogs. It helps them get it out of their systems. It doesn’t work that way for me. I just get more angry, aggravated, and depressed.

So all I really want to tell you is no matter what difficulties or times of sadness I share with you, the stories will always be accompanied by love, humor, gratitude, and respect. I simply hope your visits here make your days a bit better. Welcome [back] to The Love Blog.

An open smile on a friendly shore…