May Day

For May Day, New Haven celebrates not only May Day but also International Workers' Day. Combine this with the Immigration Rights boycotts, rallies, and marches, and there was quite a bit going on downtown on the Green. (The Green is a two-block park right at the center of town. I couldn't stand that they call it "the Green" at first--the green what?--but now it seems normal.)

Juma and I went to check out the activities after his school. There were a couple other little boys there playing, so Juma quickly made friends and played with them for a couple hours while I sat with their parents and listened to music and speeches. One of the little boys, Michael, came up to me and explained, "I'm always meeting new friends, but then I never see them again. Can you tell me where you live and what street you live on and which house you live it so I can come to your house and play with your son again?" He then began to explain to Juma exactly how to get to his house, "Turn on Flat Meadow, then look for the store..." Given that he lives two towns away, I'm not so sure his directions would work.

It was such a lovely day, and since lovely days are in short supply in Connecticut in the spring, I haven't gotten into the habit of hauling sunscreen around. So we both got a bit sunburned. Juma's is already a tan (he tans so easily he can just think about the sun and get darker).