Watertown Days

Introduction

 

I’m not sure why I’m beginning to write this memoir. Maybe it's because I’m getting older and some day, what’s left of memory, will turn to mush. It could be that my current job location in Waltham is a five minute drive from my old childhood neighborhoods. I drove by there last week and felt the urge to reminisce and sort out the idyllic past. Then again, maybe I’m writing it for my children, Christopher, 9 and Mathew, 6 so someday they can have a little background information about their father, where he came from and how he grew up. It’s probably got to do with everything. This is far from an autobiographical novel but everything will be as true as I can remember. I have no idea where I’m going with this or if it’s going to be ten pages long or 300. I’m just going to write and see what happens. The worst case scenario, one day my boys can read about their dad growing up in Watertown. It’s funny. I can’t remember what I had for lunch today yet I can recall names, faces and events from that distant world, thirty five years ago, called planet childhood.