September 1, 2003


At the wedding picnic, Ishmael, age 12, tied the broken pieces of a giant Styrofoam airplane to his body – side wings to his arms, tail wing to his back – and ran around like that, attempting to fly. Later, in the car, I brought up Icarus. Ishmael, still wearing the wings, said that he already knows the story and plans to avoid using wax.