I provided that background so you can appreciate how profound my rediscovery of Levi truly is. While I haven’t gone on and on about it, I secretly spend a lot of hours each week trying to locate former members of the County Fair. The goal of reassembling my tribe is more important to me than reconnecting with you, my own son.
When I say that, I mean no disrespect or absence of devotion. It’s just that I happen to have a child who is on a path of global importance. You don’t need me, and while I do need you, desperately sometimes, our being together would impede your progress.
God, that sounds stiff and cold—I hope you know what I mean. Anyway, that’s not what I was writing about. I don’t want to get in to that.
What I want you to understand is how heartstoppingly amazing it is that I’ve found Levi.
I haven’t spoken to him yet.
But here’s where I found him: I saw his face on a campaign ad. Levi is running for Mayor. He is Beefcake’s opponent.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.