Harry and I

The front-page article in today’s Citizens Voice about the weekend Harry Potter fest at Boozy B’s alcohol-infused ice cream shop in Wilkes-Barre got me thinking about my own relationship with Harry Potter.
It started with my daughter-in-law’s relationship with Harry. She was not quite my future daughter-in-law as the summer of 2014 drew to a close, just my son’s girlfriend, but she soon would be. Michael called me at the beginning of August to tell me I was coming to visit him and Ashley in Chicago for Labor Day weekend, even though I wasn’t.
Let me explain. He said he was planning to whisk Ashley away to San Francisco for Labor Day where he would ask her to marry him. It was going to be a surprise, so he needed a way to make sure Ashley made no other plans. The “way” was to tell her I was coming.
During that conversation, he said I could make Ashley a happy girl by reading the first Harry Potter book, which I had never done. Ashley is a huge Harry Potter fan.
So I picked up “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” and read it, all 223 pages, in one day. And then I ran right out and bought “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.” A little more than three weeks later, I had read all seven books in the series, a total of 3,559 pages.
Ashley was suitably impressed. So much so that she quickly forgave Michael for the little lie he had told her about my coming to visit. Although I’m pretty sure the diamond ring had more to do with that than my marathon reading venture.
I’m not sure I can make it to Boozy B’s this weekend, but if I can, I am going to raise a glass of Butter Beer as a toast to Ashley, and of course our mutual friend, Harry Potter.

Ed Ackerman