The first time I heard “Your grandson is so cute!” I was in the Village, at Wells Fargo with my newborn son. I was peeved. Couldn’t the teller see that my little toe-headed mini-me was mine?
Nowadays? Meh. I take it as a supreme, albeit backhanded compliment that a man of a certain age (I’m 53 as of press time) has the stamina to parent a now seven-year-old son, let alone the subtext of having the juice to help make that human happen in the first place.
A year ago many trees in Claremont were in distress. The drought was into its sixth year. The city declared a tree emergency, heading a coalition of community groups to get the word out about how one could save water and still water trees.