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may 24, 2001.I just had an interesting insight as I was walking down the hill, digging the immense sky of the Annapolis Valley (when you live in Nova Scotia, half your world is sky: thus truly sprake Spider Robinson). While we were driving around in what is typically called big sky country this weekend, I found myself homesick for North & South Mountain (or at least Blomidon Cliff). People repeatedly asked me when we would be having children, and seemed unsatisfied with my vague answers. Today I was wondering what would happen if all my friends and loved ones were not in my home province when it was time to have a baby. Which is more than likely, of course. And then I thought this. There are only two types of people in this world: those to whom you fly with your new infant...and everyone else. It's kind of a make-or-brake issue when you think about it. We all know intellectually that cars are many times more dangerous than airplanes, but emotionally it is still a big step to entrust your new child's safety to a big metal tube that must become suicidally far off safe ground in order to function. Think about it. If you do not plan to have children, think about it hypothetically. Who will I visit at great expense and great apprehended (though not actual) danger with my baby? You'll likely find that the list is rather small. I think that this is how it should be. 
the lookout from the cliffs, according to the tourist board. |
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