Baby’s first laugh - The Monday Morning Memo

While at LSU long ago, my friend Roy Laughlin went to an Indian reservation with his roommate who was 100% American Indian.

Roy thought they were celebrating a baby’s first birthday — came to find out they were celebrating his first laugh — this is when they believe a child becomes fully human.

(Just before we began building the tower, Other Roy celebrated the birth of his son, Calvin, by making a donation to Wizard Academy.)

“It was still raining, the road was soft and rutted, and she had to hold the wheel tight to keep the car from veering. How she remembered this season, the bare trees, the mist, the mud like folded slabs of potter’s clay. The winters had been terrible, and yet even her sullen teenage self could find beauty in fresh snowfall. But her memory of late March was of uncertain, unstable earth, and grey days that lurched between spring’s promise and winter’s stubborn persistence. Banished to the forsaken house, at the literal end of the road, she had felt as if the sun would never find them.”

- Daniel Mason, "North Woods" p. 291. (Finalist for the Pulitzer Prize)

While at LSU long ago, my friend Roy Laughlin went to an Indian reservation with his roommate who was 100% American Indian.

Roy thought they were celebrating a baby’s first birthday — came to find out they were celebrating his first laugh — this is when they believe a child becomes fully human.

(Just before we began building the tower, Other Roy celebrated the birth of his son, Calvin, by making a donation to Wizard Academy.)

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