“Dad, have you ever seen a midnight show?”
My son posed that innocent question seconds after we bought our tix to the Friday midnight showing of “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.”
“Yeah, man. In college we went all the time. To the same show.”
“What show?” asked the now curious Syltherin lover.
“Oh, it was a rock show, my boy.”
“Dad, what the heck was it”? reiterated a now impatient boy.
‘“The Song Remains the Same” with Zep.’ I responded proudly, like that fact bought me some level of cool with Jr. It didn’t. He had no idea what I was talking about.
Too bad, because every image, note and broken bow string of that 1973 performance documentary live permanently in some dark, wet crease of my gray, and for that matter, to this day defines rock and roll for me, but that’s not important right now.
It’s fitting this father-son road vacation will culminate with a midnight show, another new experience for Kyle. This trip has again engaged Kyle with great friends and places. I’m so thankful for the love that has blanketed Kyle throughout “the Dirty South.” Georgia, Dave, Joseph, Paulie, Maddy, Michael and Margaret… Thank you all!
As for me, the road has been different than the 2,200 miles we drove in August of 2009. I’m in a much different place, and the miles have been more affirming than cathartic. There hasn’t been any solitary “Hitching Post” moment. Sharing precious moments of this life with my son, my Dad and my friends has been joyous.