As I was saying, when Scott was born my mother announced, "Oh, dear. I wouldn't want anything any different for you; a family is the joy of life. But remember: now your peace of mind is gone forever."
Much has happened to trouble my Scott-ish peace of mind since that day in 1956. There was the concussion when five-year-old Jeannie next door pushed him down the steps backwards in Charlotte, three trips to the emergency room for stitches one summer in Pittsburgh, an open chin from flying over the handlebars in Camp Hill, and then thsee stitches were opened up by a Little League fly ball. Actually, I choose NOT to list everything here. Even now I am not fully recovered. Hence the gray hair.
But, as dad always said he would, Scott grew up in spite of me. He has an enormous gypsy jazz guitar talent, his own picturesque house ( with a unique kitchen and a great backyard swing) a cool car, a degree in Sociology (had to put that in , didn't I?!), two terrific collegiate kids of his own (speaking of peace of mind), and a heart as big as all outdoors. We are all aware that there is a lot of Thompson in him. Get to know him and then you decide if that Thompson-ism is a good or bad thing. As for me, I love him dearly.....worth every piece of mind.
xox Mom
