Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Then that very afternoon, a storm ushered fall in, a change that happened right that day like somebody pushed a button to fall setting.
I'm so glad that I have the dad that I do. I remember a story that has stuck with me from when I was seven or eight years old. I was sprawled out on the green shag carpet of the living room floor, immersed in a drawing. My mom was calling to me for some help with some chore and I was ignoring her. My dad said to me, "if you just say that you are drawing and it's important that you not stop, I'll understand... but don't ignore your mother". I remember that scene because he understood, or gave value to my artwork even when I was a kid. True, as the story goes, he didn't push us into art, but he did in his subtle ways give us something better. His example made a big impression on me, on how I chose to live my life. Thanks dad and Happy Birthday.