Last Saturday found my young friend Wiggy and I among hundreds – thousands? I didn’t inherit Daddy’s estimator proclivity – in the fanciest tent you ever saw celebrating and feeling the joy of all those years ago when the Clinton Library opened.
That day in 2004 was unforgettable for the torrential rain, among other things.
But more than that, I was celebrating the Clinton presidency years and hope. And young people who care.
Missing the Arkansas/LSU game was a hard call. I knew in my heart and bones that the Hogs were going to win – I wanted to be part of the 10-year celebration but I was torn. The rest of my family went Razorbacks. But when I learned Wiggy (Elizabeth is her given name) was eager to attend, I knew we had to go.
I’d gotten tickets the first day they were available, after all.
What a good decision. We had a great time.
People assumed we were mother and daughter. I’m 41+ years older than her – which, in my family could make me her grandmother.
And we got to hear the king of Arkansas announce that the Razorbacks had decisively ended their longest SEC losing streak ever.
And see Hillary calling the Hogs along with the crowd while Bill bro-hugged Kevin Spacey (be still my heart) in celebration.
I also got to sit across the aisle from my dear old friend Gary Bunn, whom I taught with at NLRHS but haven’t seen, outside of Facebook, for years. What a treat that was!
So let me explain this relationship – Wiggy is Julia’s youngest daughter. She’s smart and witty and wry. A sponge for knowledge and culture. She even enjoys it when her mom, my sister and I nerd out for musicals – we’ve been introducing her to the greats one at at time on Sunday evenings. And we’re going to expand our list to include just basic need-to-see-to-intelligently-exist movies interspersed with musicals (The Usual Suspects and Twelve Monkeys are on that list).
We’ll also do Audrey Hepburn movies – and other classic greats.
So far we’ve watched The Sound of Music, Camelot, Oklahoma, South Pacific, My Fair Lady and The Music Man. This Sunday is Chicago – with Marie-Noelle, who arrives tonight for Thanksgiving. Hooray! And my Liz, who pops in from time to time.
Wiggy has enjoyed them all and we love having her young perspective. She gives us hope for the future.
Here’s to you, my huckleberry friend.
That’s a Breakfast at Tiffany’s reference, Wiggy. We’ll watch it before long.