Oct 08 2007
Bobby
Bobby is my cousin whom I only saw three times during family occasions. First time was when I was dating Golfer, went to his home for X’mas. He’s in middle school. Second time was during his mom’s wake in CT. Third time was at Lucy’s funeral in 2005.
I arrived Seattle on a late night flight on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Uncle Jimmy was having a party, full of strange people and familiar food in his house. Although it’s late but no one seemed wanting to leave, and no one bothered to say hello to me, or vs versa. I was bit lost, then a young man came to my rescue. “Do you remember me?” Of course I don’t. But his easy and warm manner made me feel comfortable, I guessed he must be .. .. Lucy’s grandson for I spotted Uncle Joe’s chucky frame in the crowds.
“I’m Bobby” he spared me.
“Oh my god, Bobby, I couldn’t remember you ..”
There was twinkle in his eyes, “You meant you couldn’t recognize me?” Oh whatever.
“Pls don’t pick on my Chinglish… my family has since given up hope ..”
“No, no, I’m not picking .. “
He had grew a lot, not physically, for he’s of medium height, but maturity. He’s very well spoken, and a great conversationalist. I know from Lucy that he’s graduated from Yale and then its law school few years later. So I was wondering if he’s working in NY, closing deals.
“No, I now work in LA.”
Doing ..? After good few minutes did I understand that he neither works for Universal studios nor Sullivan & Cromwell but organizing community protesters. A community organizer? In bed with Al Sharpton??? He smiled, a slow ”yes, ..” (Isn’t yes a good answer to avoid further explanation to a thick head?) Lord, what this world has come to? And how could strong willed and opinionated Uncle Joe allow this to happen? Uncle Joe didn’t want to broach occupational subject about Bobby, but considers selling the house in Greenwich CT and moves to LA to be near his son Bobby.
Bobby clearly sees his value and enjoys what he’s doing. Good enuff? .. .. I think so.