Photo Provided by Megan Catalibe Photography
Marcus has always been a performer in addition to a creator. The microphone is his instrument of choice. In his teen years and early adulthood, he often enjoyed going to Karaoke Nights with our friends. His specialty songs included Harry Belefonte’s “Banana Boat Song” and The Blues Brothers, “Soul Man,” among others. And, as you may know, in 2015 with the book launch of Black Day: The Monster Rock Band,
I was one of those moms that stared at her baby constantly. I marveled at him. Luckily, my friends also enjoyed this pastime. Maybe because we were broke. Staring at Marcus staring at the ceiling fan, or lying next to him and staring at the ceiling fan, was a hobby we could all afford.
Also because he was beautiful, he smiled readily, and his eyes sparkled.
I watched his deep blue eyes, expecting them to change into brown, or hazel, or in-between-green-and-something-else, like mine.
After he turned a year old, I celebrated the knowledge: Those blue eyes are here to stay!
A few months later he was at an evaluation of some sort with several clinical and scary looking people and one of them used the words: “Brushfield spots.”
Marcus and I had a good day in Lincoln yesterday. Cold, but good.
I am a Husker Football fan. Marcus incrementally eased into fandom. Like most people, it started with the food and social aspect. He’d go to a live game with me once in a while, and take in the show of it. Several years back, the stadium added firework blasts after each score, that, on top of a brutal sunburn on the back of his neck, was the final straw. So he decreed, “I like the bar, instead.”
This last week
Sunday’s are what Marcus calls a “work club day.” He and I are the “work club.”
