Sunday, June 16, 2013
Pre-responsibilities. I hope he didn't regret the trade-off too terribly, but I kinda think he did. We brought out the best in each other, adventure-wise; and the worst in each other, temper-wise. I remember my mom saying one day, wearily, "It's because you're too much alike."
My dad and I had our issues, but we also had certain pacts. Like when I took flying lessons, "Just don't tell your mother." And one time when Mercedes and I were ditching school to see the exhibit in Chicago, my dad drove us to the commuter train. He thought it more important that we catch the exhibit than spend a day in school.
We were late for the commuter and came to a stop light and Dad commanded, "Stay green."
And Mercedes said, "Wow, how did he do that -- it stayed green."
My dad could work magic.
Labels: The High Seas