Tuesday, August 20, 2013
We stole 24 hours away from clients, in-boxes, deadlines, and headed for Stone Harbor, NJ, where my brother and his family rent a house for one week each year. It's become a tradition—me spending a fraction of that time with them. I am infinitely grateful, always, for a day (or, this time, two) in which summer opens itself to me, and I don't watch it pass by from afar.
Owen, my brother's youngest, is a bit of a genius. It runs in that family. If he beats you at beach bocce, he never makes you feel too bad. If he builds his own computer from a motley bunch of parts, he'll take the time to explain just how. And when he's spinning the Rubik's cube (this is but one in his collection) and solving the riddle in less than 30 seconds, you just have to sit back and watch.
I have no idea how his fingers move this quickly, let alone his mind. But this is Owen, before dinner Monday night. He said it wouldn't bother him too much if I shared it here.