It’s a sad day in the Quinn household. Avalon’s baby just flew away from the nest. Kevin packed all his earthly belongings into his Honda Civic and started a cross country journey to his new home in Colorado. Him and a friend are headed West to make their own path in this world. We raised him well. He’s a good person. He’s smart. And his eyes are wide open.
He has a job interview next Monday. I’m sure he’ll succeed in life. It might not be the same path as his old man, but I’m sure he will fly like an eagle. There are a lot more of them in Colorado than here in the Northeast. Kevin won’t join a flock. He’s been reading TBP for too long.
“Eagles don’t flock, you have to find them one at a time.” – Ross Perot
It seemed like only yesterday I was sitting on little league baseball fields watching him win championship trophies, driving him to hockey practices in the dead of winter, building sandcastles with him on the beach, taking him on scary rides at Disney World, and holding him in the maternity ward at Sacred Heart Hospital. Time flies. Avalon has been crying all afternoon. We hugged him, wished him luck, and watched him pull out of the driveway. I guess we’ll be flying to Colorado in the not too distant future.
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
