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You Travel, You Come Home (#595)

Remember Harold and his purple crayon? Harold draws his way in and out of a series of adventures---a dragon, a sailboat, a picnic of pies, a cityscape of skyscrapers like so many children's block towers piling up, a certain window through which he steps------and he is back safe and sound in his own bed, the purple crayon nearby.
That was the kind of journey Charlie had this Monday night, one new adventure unfolding into the next.

It all started when he got off the schoolbus on this coldest yet of winter days. Jim was waiting by the mailbox; Charlie ran inside, put down his backpack, had a snack ("I want eat bread!") and then they were off to catch a train to Newark, which turned into a PATH train ride to Journal Square in Jersey City.

"He with you?" a cop asked Jim as Charlie moseyed around the station until I appeared, having walked down Bergen Avenue from my office to the station. We hurried down the stairs and there was a PATH train to WTC-33rd Street just pulling in.

We got off at 9th Street in New York and, just as we were at the top of the stairs, a taxi appeared. Jim hailed it and---with Charlie requesting "buckle up" and looking perplexed when we told him there wasn't one---we rode over to Avenue A. We walked down and over in the icey air, Charlie holding Jim's hand and looking all around. We found the subway and Jim and Charlie took a slow D train up to Columbus Circle, a "H'oh Fooodz" store, and Jim's office, where they dined on sushi and soup (guess who had which) and then back into the cold. They rode the subway again to meet me at a bar/café where Charlie, with serious gaze and steady eyes, said "hi" to Roy Richard Grinker, whom I had just heard reading from and talking about Unstrange Minds: Remapping the World of Autism.

We had to walk a little farther north up Avenue A to catch another taxi back to 9th street and the PATH station; this time, Charlie did not ask to buckle up. "Sit," said Charlie while we on the train. "You can stand for now, pal," said Jim and Charlie did, until a place opened up.

We hurried up the stairs at Journal Square and past the clock that reads "Port Authority of NY and NJ" and down to Kennedy Boulevard. Now it was genuinely freezing cold, all the better for a fine fast walk back to the black car, gleaming dully over the gravel of the parking lot. "Turn on," said Charlie. "Beatles?" we asked. "Bee ulls," said Charlie. And, after a track or two, "Bank-kett."

We drove into our driveway and Charlie jumped and kicked and rolled and laughed with glee on our bed and put on his pajamas without us asking. "S'eeps," he announced to me. He got up, blanket and squishy ball and all, and went to his own bed.

If I may paraphrase something I heard tonight: After you travel, you come home (as Harold ends up in his own bed with the crescent moon framed just so in the window) and you see things differently.



Your post made me envious in a couple of ways- to hear Roy Grinker... way cool! But also, we have never been able to get Brendan to transition as Charlie does, from car to train to bus. He finds that sort of travel extremely stressful, probably because he's not required to do it very much. His balance is not wonderful & the first time he couldn't find a seat on a subway (2 summers ago in Boston) he couldn't figure out how to hold onto the pole, so we made quite an interesting spectacle, me clinging to the pole & Brendan with a death-grip around my waist :) We did the same last summer in Washington DC. Our only time in NYC was when he was five (luckily) & the stress of moving from train to subway to street had him in hysterics, so Charlie had to carry him down the streets. We did a lot of walking last summer in DC to minimise the stress, & I expect it'll be the same in Tokyo in June... So I enjoy, with a tinge of envy, reading of Charlie moving from transport ot transport like a fish through water... :)

Kristina Chew

1st, if you ever come to NYC, be sure to contact us! Jim strategizes our routes very carefully in advance (the travel plan we ended up with was of his 4th or 5th devising). (Once upon a time, Jim was an NYC taxi driver........)

Charlie loves all the various modes of transportation because he really does love to be in motion. Two summers ago we attracted the usual share of attention with a child hanging between the two of us in lower Manhattan because he _would not_ walk...... We've dragged Charlie around so much that I think he knows where he is going and even sees the staircases up from and down into the subway as part of the whole experience.

Be sure you blog from Tokyo!???!!!


Yes, yes! You see things differently. And isn't that the joy of both the travelling and the coming home? It is what keeps us alive, I believe.


Amigo enjoys travel, but he likes to be sure he knows what's happening. If I visit NYC, we'll get in touch!! If you visit Wisconsin, I'll do the same, although it won't be as interesting. :)

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