Me or I?

On our drive back to New York after a wonderful weekend in Sharon, including celebrating Noah’s 2^nd birthday, we were listening to an interview with Adam Cohen, son of the late singer/songwriter/poet Leonard Cohen. We had seen Adam perform at the Festival International de Jazz de Montréal (Montreal International Jazz Festival) in the summer of 2015 (see blog post from July 9^th). Like his father, he is a highly articulate and prolific poet and songwriter. So why did he, not once but twice, say “my mother moved my sister and I to (another city)”? Why is there such an intense aversion to using the word “me”? I just cringe when I hear this, particularly from the mouth of someone who otherwise has such an impressive command of the English language.

This got us to thinking about how much we had enjoyed that trip to Montreal. In fact, here is what I wrote at the time:

All good things must come to an end so on Sunday morning we headed back to New York on another gloriously sunny day. All I can say is that Barry has already checked out the dates for the 2016 festival!

Neither 2016 nor the subsequent few years happened, but we have now made some tentative plans to attend the jazz festival next summer, which happens to fall during the week of our 46^th wedding anniversary.

Sunday was a “Julia day.” We took her to the Providence Children’s Museum, when they opened at 9 a.m., planning to spend a couple of hours. It turned out to be a good thing that we brought along plenty of snacks and drinks and even a sandwich for Julia, because an hour after we arrived two of her friends came with their families, and we ended up spending nearly five hours there.

Have a great week!

Love,

Rebecca