After a long and difficult week back home in New York I am back in Los Angeles and getting back to my regular life. For the past few days I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to honor my father and the time that he and I spent together. You may not know it, but my dad was a big fan of this blog and liked it when I told stories about him. I feel that the best thing I can do to honor him is to continue doing that. Over the next few weeks, and probably for as long as this blog lasts, I’ll be sharing some memories of my father. If you’ve read this blog in the past you may know some of these stories but some of them will be appearing here for the first time. I’m not sure where to start so here’s one that took place in 2004 that I was reminded of last week:
I Think He Was Keeping Something From Me
My dad was a talkative guy unless there was something he didn’t want you to know about, which was often. Several years ago I went home for a visit and found something new at the house that I just had to ask him about even though I knew that I wasn’t going to get much in the way of a straight answer.
Hey Dad, where did you get this bird?
-I found it on the road.
In the cage? That’s convenient. Does it talk?
-Yeah, it say’s stop asking questions.
Are you smuggling rare birds?
-That bird isn’t rare, look I have one right here. How rare can it be if I have one?
I guess you have a point….I’ll stop asking questions.
-Good. You hungry? I’ll make you something.
Eventually the bird ended up at my mother’s house but I still don’t know where it came from or why he was so mysterious about it, that’s just how it was with my dad. I’m going to miss that guy.
More stories to come soon.