Thoughts on Skinny Dipping, Identity, and Taking My Kid to a Rock Show

For the last couple of weeks, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to identity and how we discern who we are based on what we do. For some people, that might be their career. I have many friends who have pursued one ambition doggedly, and with success, for years or decades. Other friends find their passion in one cause, or maybe two. Some dabble, collecting little pieces of interests that create a mosaic of themselves.

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Life is large

When I was 20 and Pete and Maura Kennedy were playing at a 21+ venue, they went out of their way to make sure we got to go to the show.  Maura wrote to the venue that she would personally guarantee that we would not drink alcohol, signing her name to it in a show of trust that meant the world to me.  Ever since then we have joked that they are my adoptive parents, having adopted us for that one night.  She told me that if the venue hadn’t agreed to let us in that she and Pete were going to go play on the sidewalk.

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