Unkel B Remembers: Seeing Each Other

From Uncle Bruce, 10/4/2005

What keeps coming back to me this summer, over and over again, is returning to America and wanting desperately to see Anthony for the first time.

I missed my parents and sisters, of course, but having seen only photos for his first 9 months, I could think of little else on the plane flight.

And the actual meeting? I don't remember much of its setting, but I will always remember those big expressive eyes that somehow always seemed to see through people and take in everything -- and more.

Those eyes never lost their power, the power to melt your heart with puppy-dog qualities, the power to confront pretenses or injustice with dark fury, the power to produce laughter with crazed or dopey looks, the power to see potential in Lego blocks, plywood, toy soldiers, cheap cameras, corn kernels, and even people.