Katz to Carter: A Transition of Note and Solemnity
We read about the untimely passing of Nancy Katz, the woman whose words occupied this column for so many years and kept us all entertained. Nancy was a creative writer with credentials to prove it. Each of his columns was a pure delight on subjects to which we could relate. We will surely miss this gifted writer who has given us so much pleasure and joy.
I hope there are some columns that we remember with interest and enthusiasm, and others with reflection and soul-searching. What a work Nancy left us, perhaps worthy of a full-fledged anthology. In the meantime, may I offer the Cape Gazette readers of Around Town a new perspective on this column, written perhaps by a less seasoned “local” citizen of the Cape region.
Let me introduce myself to those of you who may not have read my prose over the years. Like my current book, “A Black First: The Blackness Continues”, I moved to the Cape area in the spring of 2005, and have been a very happy resident of it ever since, sharing ideas with you all from time to time in the comments section. . Hopefully, despite the sad circumstances surrounding my possible ascension, perhaps the time has come for me to climb the journalistic ranks to the Katz level. Hope you enjoy the column like Nancy’s. All I can promise is that I will do my best to keep you coming back for more.
It’s ironic that many years ago, when I was in my early twenties, I hosted a radio show on WFUV-FM called “Around Town”. It was a weekly New York-based news program where I talked about things to do and see in the city for a given week. Yes, I am of New York origin and the radio station is owned by Fordham University, where I graduated from undergraduate degree. But that was then, and it is now, so let’s move from the blocks of the Bronx to the roads of Rehoboth, on which I hope to write several fun and interesting stories for you.
On one of my many visits to Lewes Beach, for example, I especially noticed that a grandfather or two children were learning to fly a kite. It seems like a simple task, unless of course you’ve tried to fly a kite. I – tried, that is – in the 1950s, but rarely with success, probably because I didn’t have a grandfather to tutor. I watched the grandfathers involved in this non-Zoom school, and they were excellent. There were several types of kites, all three took off and mostly stayed in the air. The grandchildren were extremely interesting to watch as they took control of the ropes and therefore the kites themselves. Once the kites were in flight, the children lost interest. In their minds, the goal was achieved; why hang around any longer? One child actually returned the string to Grandpa and the other just let the kite fall on the sand. He had had enough and didn’t see the point of going any further.
I reflected on this particular episode of beach life and thought that once a person has achieved an initial goal or part of the goal, they are satisfied and tend not to go. too far. The grandfathers had brought with them a few more kites worthy of launching, but they were never to see the Lewes sky that day. I guess we’re all kind of like those grandchildren. Enough is good enough. You don’t have to really push the boundaries, although I find pushing the boundaries fun and satisfying. Where are you weighing on that?
In the weeks and months to come, I hope to be able to fly several kites with you, some of which will stay in the air, others will crash to the ground for permanent disappearance, and so many others will dive. and will go up. There will be more than kites and beaches to write and read, and maybe every now and then we can disagree, but never get obnoxious.
So I look forward to welcoming me in Nancy’s place in the Gazette, and many minutes each week of journalistic joy and excitement. I will do my best not to disappoint and keep our spirits up as we pass through the scenery that is the Cape region.