A journalist observes life in the far north.
The new First Baby made my think about my friend, Sean Reeves, who also has Down syndrome. Sean is a karaoke-singing wise ass with a gambling habit. He lives with his mom and dad in Antioch, Il. He worked at the Jewel Osco store until he got canned for criticizing a customer’s driving. I think he now works in an office near his mom’s hair salon.
Sean smiles easily, and he enjoys the simple things in life, such as a good burger or going to the movie theater. He can watch the same film 42 times and has memorized movies, such as “Die Hard,” saying Bruce Willis’ lines along with the actor. I can’t wait to see his reaction when I visit—this time with a baby on my hip.
Last night’s date did not happen, and it’s U.S. Sen. Ted Stevens’ fault. I wound up working late because Stevens made an announcement about a railroad project. The date, which was a surprise, involved going to see a Motley Crew cover band. I love 1980s hair bands. We were going to go with Big Al’s friend, V-Max, a disc jockey with a mop of graying hair.
It’s 46 degrees already and rising.