If you know me or if you were one of those people who read my blog during those years when I blogged every single day, you might remember when, back in 2011, Jerry and I brought my grand-nephew James here to Minneapolis from New Jersey the week after he graduated from high school. We became “helicopter uncles” there for a while, helping him figure out college and work options and life in general. The whole project could have flopped, but it didn’t. James blossomed into a wonderful young man here in Minnesota. Two years ago, he graduated from the University of Minnesota and launched himself into a career that seems to please him so far.
But life moves on. He recently received an offer for a job in San Jose, California, and is moving there. In the next few days, he is driving his car to California, and I’m going with him for that road trip, then I'll be flying home from San Jose, leaving him there to explore his new life.
I can’t help but feel sad to see him go and, at the same time, so proud. Jerry is looking down, I bet, and feeling the same. Good luck, James. We love you.