Today I'm starting with an image of the three of us: my husband, my son and me. My son is pushing me in the swing that the two of them built for me. My husband is holding the iPhone that remembers the event.
Nathan and I were talking about immovable features in the front lawns of some of our neighbor. There were humongous trees whose branches covered much of the house. There were fences made out of brick and incredibly ornate gates between the home and the street.
Nathan was quiet for a moment. He pointed out that the birthday swing he and his dad constructed for me would never be moved.
He was right.
I don't know how many dozen bags of cement support each leg. The top bar is some 20 feet high.
They placed the swing between two very tall pine trees in our back yard so they had to chop countless roots to get a hole wide and deep enough to hold the hundreds of pounds of cement.
When, in 50 years, someone very rich wants to bulldoze the whole area and build a shopping Mall or billion dollar homes--they will have to build around my swing.
