Middleton, Wisconsin—Sunday, April 22, 2007. Earth Day.
In high 70-dgree weather, the air is thick, humid and animate; I rush across the beltline highway to Middleton to deliver to my young friend, Genna, a present for her 10th birthday.
Daughter of Mark and Amy, Genna is a sensitive child, blessed with the soul of a poet since she was a tiny baby.
When Genna played competitive soccer for a time as a seven-year-old, she would bore easily.
I remember in the middle of one game, she looked disinterested at the soccer ball and ran off the field and chased a butterfly she saw fly by, to the curiosity of her teammates saying, “Where’s Genna going?”
So, my girlfriend and I picked out from the Net (that my mother was able to find) the perfect present for Genna—the film Camelot (1967, writer - Alan Jay Lerner), that we believed would touch the heart of this natural romantic.