It was Saint Anthony's Festival in the North End, and I walked with Mom and TonyCantoneseRoseLoveAnthony through the streets. Catholic idols were paraded with waterfalls of dollars hanging off of them. Everything was a foreign awe-inspiring spectacle. It was a new coat of paint. There was something to believe in amidst the lights and the corn dogs and the carnival games.
How could anyone feel so much joy belonging? There were people everywhere, and I wasn't one of them. It was all magic and community. I breathed the same disorienting mystery as the basketball camp, and the wedding, and the men, and the houses and kitchens and carpets and TV carts.
Was it because we were Jewish? What did we do when people were lost?
It would be too late for Nintendo when we got back to the dark kitchen.