Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
He turned nine in July.
We launched a rocket for it, which is not a symbol and which I want to strip of significance before anybody puts any on it.
We launched a rocket because he is a nine-year-old who likes rockets, and because he had spent four months building one out of a kit with a body tube he had painted three times and sanded twice and painted again, and because a field outside Burgaw on a Saturday morning in July is a good place to be.
There were nine people there.