My Nevada family (son, wife, 12-year-old twins) flew east to spend Independence Day week in Marblehead. It was nice to have them here safe with me instead of at their usual vacation spots: Mexico with the drug cartels, the Sierra Nevada with the forest fires, or San Francisco on its earthquake fault.
Before leaving for Logan to pick them up, I cleared out the back seat of the car. Is that a spider web in the corner? Does that big black spider have an odd-shaped spot on its back? Where did it go? No time to find it or even Google “black widow”. I told the family when they got in the car to watch for it. They were pretty sure that black widow spots are red, not white.
Never mind. Everyone watch the western horizon, this feels to me like tornado weather and if you see a tornado, I’ll stop the car and you leap into a ditch. Yes, I know there aren’t a lot of ditches on Route 1A; jump in the Revere estuary. Son: “What if there’s lightning?”
They’re laughing at me — until they took a walk down to Salem Harbor later that day and saw the forming funnel cloud, and we heard tornado warnings for eastern Essex County.
Since they have to fly home, I’m not going to think about the San Francisco airport crash. I should always remember that there’s so much to worry about when you have kids, there’s no point in even getting started.
The rest of the week featured trauma rather than danger. My son chose The Landing in Marblehead for his birthday dinner and ordered a pasta-lobster entrée, different than my and my granddaughter’s lobster mac and cheese. He mentioned that he didn’t want a whole lobster because they always remind him of cockroaches. A few minutes later, his plate arrives, with a full lobster carcass lying in three pieces on top of the pasta.