Sophisticated Living Indianapolis

MAR-APR 2013

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From the Editor-In-Chief Everybody who knows me, knows there���s nothing more important than my kids, ages 5 and 7. Tey rock my world, and my wife and I are doing everything we possibly can to ensure they grow into kind, compassionate, well-educated, contributing members of society. So when I saw a poster at Hubbard & Cravens (49th & Penn) promoting an original poetry reading ��� along with some cool jazz ��� by 6th graders from St. Richard���s Episcopal School, I knew I had to take Izzy, my 5-year-old, for a little exposure to the literary and musical arts. Who cared if it was grade school poetry instead of Natasha Trethewey, or even old Eddie Guest or Robert Service? It was poetry. I subscribe to the theory that a modern father���s duty includes exposing his son, particularly, to something more than kicking a ball, learning the sartorial arts and selecting the right set of clubs. So, of we went. Izzy���s always game for these outings, and we sat up close to the stage so as not to miss a thing. We were thoroughly enjoying ourselves when Maggie O���Donnell, 12, gets up and tells us her Dad is a major in the Army and a few years back was stationed in Iraq. Before I tell you about Maggie���s poem, let me give you a little backstory. She was born in North Carolina, the child of two active duty military ofcers. Te family (Maggs has an older brother, Keegan, 13) moved around quite a bit, eventually settling in Indianapolis so mother, Karyn, could join the corporate world. Dad, Shane, remains an active duty National Guardsman on temporary assignment to Washington, D.C. But in 2003, he was deployed to Iraq, and Maggie remembers it well. Shane���s stateside deployment last summer to a much safer billet nevertheless afected his daughter. Te two events account for the deep feelings expressed in her poem. Back to Hubbard & Cravens and the poetry reading. Maggs does really well until she���s about 15 or 20 seconds into the poem when she���s overcome by emotion and starts to cry. She���s comforted by one of her classmates, but by now the audience is in tears, too. Even Izzy. Karyn says that while her family isn���t surrounded by a concentrated number of military families facing the same things, ���it has been the incredible support of our friends here in Indy, classmates included, that has made this a ���doable��� assignment - it was one of those friends who frst got up to comfort Maggie.��� Maggs, adds Karyn, is a passionate reader who spends four or fve hours reading every weekend, plays basketball, volleyball and enjoys singing. She���s got her dad���s sense of humor which makes it easy for her to laugh at herself. And it shows in the piece Maggie wrote about her father. ���We were supposed to write a poem about something meaningful to us. And when I thought about what I was going to write, about the frst thing that popped into my head was my dad. From there on, I just put down my thoughts and memories on paper.��� I think she knocked the assignment out of the park, as you can see on the next page. And I know Maggie���s living up to her parents��� ambition: to make her a loving, caring, well-educated, contributing member of society. Ah, the things you discover when you sit down for a cup of cofee at 49th and Penn. Pick the right day, and the jazz is mighty good, too. Who knows whom you���ll meet or what you���ll learn, but I���m willing to bet it���ll be somebody and something special. Jefrey Cohen, Editor-in-Chief 30

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