Peter Shelton

Oh, Baby.

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Watch columns by pshelton on May 12, 2010

A car pulled up alongside us at the light, windows down in the afternoon Albuquerque heat. Instead of the typical, big-bass thump, I heard just a single radio phrase from out of the car before green sent him accelerating. “Oh, Baby. . .” the singer crooned.

It was Mother’s Day, the streets were nearly deserted, the sky a high New Mexico blue you don’t see up north in Colorado. We had just left University Hospital, mothers and babies wing, where our second grandchild, Lily, held court at just a few hours old. (more…)