We barely knew the city back then–let alone the many Oakland people we came to adore.
In a way, with hindsight, we spread the love more for *ourselves* than for those who might discover it.
we were new Californians back then.
We created our signs, we took ’em to the streets, and we taped.
On poles .
On trash cans.
We left our offerings everywhere.
And we experienced love.
The other afternoon, as the Child and I chatted on our walk home from school, she asked what we’d do for Valentines day.
I didn’t make any plans, I told her. It’s a school day though so I bet you’ll have a party!
She looked disappointed (crestfallen is more the word but that feels heavy-handed) for a moment and shared how she’d always wished we had a tradition.
I knew, as with our beloved Tevye, tradition played a large role in most everything we do.
These rituals are significant.
I’d never experienced a desire for a Valentine’s Day Tradition, yet it quickly became clear what we could do.
What we should do.
Tomorrow, the day of “love” so many love-to-HATE, we’re taking our affections to the Austin streets.
Taping, posting, hiding and watching what transpires, and–for those of you who fretted last time—returning later to procure our papers & promptly recycling.
Red in honor of the day.
Created by in abundance by the Child in honor of her declaring we needed tradition.
Comments are open, but we’d both prefer you skip yer comment, make even a single T.W.Y.N. Day flyer and spread the love in *your* hood!