November 6, 2000 - Monday
We took Harry out to a restaurant this evening before bringing him back to daycare for a special night session while his mother and I attended out monthly Monday concert. It was a modest Greek place with inexpensive food and little pretense, but there were other patrons there spread about the room. And, I'm sure each of them turned at one time or another to year one of Harry's many squawks that filled the acoustically vibrant room with excitement, at least for Harry. These were not at all unhappy noises, but rather Harry testing the resonance of the environment while we waited for our fellow concert goers and our food.

I suppose Harry's mother and I were probably more sensitive to Harry's outburst than anyone else. In fact, an older couple quite close to us openly said they enjoyed it, as was similarly suggested by the visible smiles from a few other patrons. Just the same, I'm sure there were a few in the humble crowd that would have been happy enough eating in relative quiet of their own private discussions. Fortunately, Harry's calls were not all that frequent, but did come often enough to catch the attention, if not the ire, of those averse to the unstructured and carefree ways of the young. I guess I can't blame them, since I used to have similar leanings several for a time. But, now that I'm on the other side I realize that we can only be diligent about keeping Harry relatively in check and that beyond that life, and his liveliness, will go on.


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