L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Twenty-three

July 25, 2007 on 8:16 am | In General Musing |

Twenty-three years ago today Los Angeles was in the final pink and turquoise frenzy of Olympic madness. The horror of unending, basin-wide gridlock, as well as the millions we could make renting our house to rich tourists, had failed to materialize. Twenty-three years ago today, the opening ceremonies were only a day away and I was dancing on the sunny roof of the Bonaventure hotel, while my husband played clarinet with the Balkan band, Nama, as part of a pre-Olympics Festival of World Music lunchtime concert series. I led the line on a Greek syrto. But none of that is as memorable to me as what happened a few hours later: I gave birth to my first baby, Eric.

Happy birthday, honey. It was a special day.

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