The first time I traveled to NY and met my young cousin Tim, I learned two things. First, that he’d taken a photograph that I had sent to my aunt of me riding a water buffalo (hey, it was for work!) to his school as part of show and tell. Second, I learned that he had an insatiable infatuation for the subways and roadways of his hometown. Moreover, he had a remarkable talent for capturing what he saw on paper. And as the years have progressed, so has his talent and imagination.
Though he is too young to know the reference and from the wrong city, his early antics of skipping school to ride the rails all day brought to mind the legendary figure of Charlie, forever trapped in Boston’s subway system.
Until I learned how to read a subway map, Tim was my guide in the big city. And even as he was pointing me in the right direction, he’d usually be called upon to help other lost souls as well.
Many years later, as far as I know, he no longer speaks of becoming an architect or urban planner. His focus now is public policy and government. No matter what career path he chooses after college, I am glad to see he is still carrying around his pens and notebooks.