The Reunion

Parental Karma lasting more than two decades ... yikes

Waiting 21 years for your son to call is more difficult than it may sound. The sorry hurt I used for a decade or more to erase the pain of our untimely departure from one another ... just wasted alot of time and alcohol, though I am delighted I managed to lose the negativity of my life pretty early on. Or so I thought. I suffered in the negativety dumped on me by my wife's family pretty much the way you suffered through your own mother's negativity. Having lived with your mother for seven years, I was more than mildly familar with her bouts of depression.

When she departed with you and your sister, I basically fell off the face of the earth. I liked being your father. We had a good time, especially Daphne and me because we spent alot of our time together. You were younger and not as affected by the shenanigans of the early 70's. It was one of those things. You just had to have been there to make any sense of it. I was fairly over the top cruising into San Francisco with my young companion's new Chevy Malibu pulling my '73 super beetle behind. I was speeding so high coming through Donner Pass I decided to let Shelley drive when I thought I was going to hit my head on the ceiling of the restaurant we were in.

I can still remember coming into our cool townhouse on 11th Avenue next to Tom's and lighting up then noticing the house was totally silent. Our house was never totally silent. And my little ones were nowhere to be found. Blackness closed in. I hadn't been drinking for sometime... and I walked next door crossing over the driveway to enter the side door at Tom's. I would not be sober again for more than a decade.

To be able to hug you and embrace you was a hugely rewarding moment that is still lasting as I enjoy the healing feeling of my heart as I nolonger have to doubt daily, who you are, how you are, how did everything turn out for you, I was sorry I let you down because I was still too young and confused to figure out how I was supposed to win the legal battles against a father-in-law who truly hated me and had the money to "clean my clock." It was an impotent feeling of castration. I didn't like it yet proceeded to end up in a family that was excellent at rejecting me on a daily basis, much the way your grand pop and Uncle Dick spent everyday rejecting you.

I can only assure you it is good to get rid of all the negative crap as early as possible and you have done marvelously well by not drinking much earlier than any other Reeves's except for your sister Leah who is officially the winner of the youngest Reeves to "get it." BUT ... those of us who had to get it entirely on our own without parental assistance ... you da mon!

October 2005 Noshir attacked by government forces

Noshir Sheriarji Gowadia is my next door neighbor in Maui. I met him the first time we came down the road we decided to live on, that very same day. We just agreed to the asking price of the previous owner and now we (my wife and I) were looking around our new neighborhood attempting to guess who our now new neighbors may be. We went to the ocean and there was a house that looked like it was still being built, of a wildly original design. My wife wanted to go through it if it was still being built and she just walked up and jiggled the door handle. Two french black french poodles came up to the door barking. A dark haired gentleman appeared suddenly and opened the door and asked my wife Luba, " can I help you."

Reflecting on our visit to Noshir's, we both agreed it was the most incredible houses I had ever been in. The whole structure felt like it was a bubble under the ocean with walls that one feels no closure in. The interior angles were all stealthy, angles unused in architecture previously as far as I could tell. Architects will tell you, feel the house - how does it feel around you. Can you live in it at one with it and yourself. It was six thousand square feet of living area that seemed overwhelming huge yet amazingly intimate for its size.

As I got to know Noshir, he struck me alot like the Einstein, an old friend, Ilse Sternberger told me about when she and her husband went to do his personal portrait back in the early 50's when he was living at Princeton. A quality of being there and very happy in the present, smiling and friendly but another part of him gone off somewhere working. A Nikolai Tesla man who got into trouble the same way Tesla had with J P Morgan, only Noshir got in trouble with the Pentagon.