Ten years have passed since Buck and I renewed our passports. There is something about a fresh passport that wants to be stamped. This new one has a bar code and a weird blue web across our faces, some electronic security imprimatur, I imagine. The crisp pages within are creatively rendered in sepia-toned American scenes, with quotes at the top from past presidents and other well-known citizens.
From 1998 through 2004, Buck and I spent time outside the U.S. in New Zealand, Mexico, Newfoundland, London and went seven times to the Isle of Arran, Scotland.
We don’t have any plans, but that elegantly dark little book with the gold letters is staring at me. I think it’s pregnant.
“Every generation has the obligation to free men’s minds for a look at new worlds. . . to look out from a higher plateau than the last generation.”
Ellison Onizuka (This quote is printed on the last page of my new passport.)