Saturday, October 25, 2008

All In Due Time & Place

On our last full day in Maine, Amie's father arrived in his pick-up truck for a drive to the Crossroads Diner in Mattawamkeag (pop. 825). In most restaurants in most towns, there is that firm cut-off between breakfast and lunch. We've all at one time or another wanted to order that McDonald's or Burger King breakfast sandwich only to arrive a minute or two too late. You were out-of-luck and having lunch. We arrived to the diner at around 11:30 about half-an-hour after they had shut the grill down for breakfast. After hearing of my love for breakfast food, the cook/owner kindly re-opened the grill for my order of blueberry pancakes, home fries, and sausage. As I have gotten older, I am ever more grateful for these kind gestures. I sat back into the booth's cushions, drank my coffee, and immersed into the rhythm of the moment. Enjoying the local chatter of the restaurant -- the weather of the next few days, the accident on the Lee Road, the recent fire in Springfield, and the banter of conversation between Amie and her father. One of Amie's fondest childhood memories are the morning truck rides with her father to the local diner for breakfast and time amongst all those adults before heading to school. It was moment to neither rush or slow down. I was enjoying my warm, slightly sweet coffee and having one of the best breakfasts ever -- maybe made even more delicious by the goodness of the cook/owner.

We next visited Lee Academy where Amie graduated as Valedictorian of her class. This is a fact that Amie would never reveal because of her modesty, but it is a fact that conveys her perseverance, work ethic, and intelligence. Lee Academy is private school gem in central Maine. Amie received numerous warm hugs from teachers, coaches, and administrators as we toured the campus. Little did I know back in 1995 when I visited Lee Academy's campus for the first time as an Admissions Officer for Colby College that the spritely 17 year-old in blue jean overalls would become my wife 12 years later. Our paths would not cross again until much, much later. As Amie was arriving to Colby, I was leaving to pursue my MBA at Carnegie Mellon. I would not hear or see Amie until the autumn of 2005 in New York City. My travels had already taken me thousands of miles -- to Europe & Asia, through graduate school, and into my 30's -- only for my path to lead back to Amie.

-- hnb

1 comment:

Ellen said...

Aw, Hung, that's very sweet. :)