Bonding In Bangor

The last time we were away alone - just my dad andonto something good.
me - was so long ago, my mind plays back theIf they designed a city with my father in mind, Bangor
memories in sepia tones. We spent five dayswould be it. A fascinating mix of mountain man and
horseback riding and fishing in the backcountry ofculture lover, Dad enjoys an evening at the symphony
California's High Sierras. I was fifteen. Oh man, I can stillas much as a day at the creek with his trusty fishing
smell the catfish smoking on that cedar fire. Since then,pole. As we cruised the city in the Chevrolet
we'd enjoyed each other's company on several familyAvalanche, we couldn't help but notice its interesting
vacations, but we hadn't experienced that archetypicallayout of forest and farm lands abutting both urban
father and son bonding that only occurs whenand suburban developments.
everyone and everything simply gets out of the way.On the first day, we enjoyed a picnic lunch at historic
After my mom passed away, I brought Dad out fromCascade Park with its waterfall and fountain, strolled
Las Vegas to live with us in Albany. I'm a real estatethe galleries and art studios in downtown Bangor, and
developer, and I figured that apart from being in arelaxed heartily at the American Folk Festival, a
situation where he could find consolation from beingthree-day celebration of music, dance, and crafts.
close to family, he might be drawn to dabbling a little inSeeing Dad play air banjo while kicking his heels to the
my real estate affairs. I should note that my dad hadethnic stylings of the Klezmer Brass All Stars, was a
done rather well as a developer in Las Vegas beforevision I'll always remember.
he retired.The next day, following a successful morning exploring
A couple of weeks after his arrival, I asked Dad to jointhe land I'm planning to develop, we pulled the
me for a weekend up in Bangor in Central Maine toAvalanche to the side of a shaded roadway. Fishing
check out a piece of property I had my eye on for apoles in hand, we made our away along a short path
commercial development. Autumn was approaching,to a strip of beach made for two. Here, alongside the
and it seemed a perfect time to gather up somemagnificent Penobscot River, in the most pristine
end-of-summer memories for the coming winter.setting you could imagine, slap bang in the middle of
Dad did a double take as I opened the garage toBangor (if you'll excuse the expression), we
reveal the brand-new Chevy Avalanche LTZ I hadexperienced a quintessential father-and-son moment
purchased the previous day. He's always had a softwe will always cherish.
spot for a good truck, but seeing this beauty had himFor the drive back, Dad relented and it was my turn at
reciting Ode to a Chevy. I could see how proud hethe wheel of the Chevy Avalanche. At this point I
was that his son had the wherewithal to own such ashould add that we were both becoming rather
fine set of wheels.attached to the beautiful creature! We arrived in
It was hard for me, but of course I let him drive.Albany rejuvenated and excited to see the family. I
Gunning the VortecV8 engine along the highway onthink both of us would agree that the weekend in
our way to Central Maine put a smile on Dad's faceBangor was the beginning of a wonderful new chapter
that almost unhinged his jaw. When he pulled thein the Williams family story.
Avalanche into the hotel in Bangor, I knew we were