June 18th, 2006

magikist

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I want to take a minute today and mention a couple of men: Bill Holton, my father, who died when I was eleven; Jack "Tex" Christian, who married my mother the summer I graduated from high school, who might be the only reason I finished college, and who passed away on Father's Day, 1992; and Joe Kacka, my father-in-law, possibly the most generous man I've ever met, who passed away in 1998.

I guess I should also mention my brothers, Jim, father of three of my five nephews; Kip, father of one nephew and my only niece; and Patrick, father of one nephew so far.

I'm not sure that I qualify, although there's an angel in heaven with my name on it...

Geez, that was depressing.

Happy Father's Day to all of you fathers out there, and to your husbands and sons who are fathers.
magikist

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Just saw a commercial for United Airlines that showed a man sitting in his hotel room someplace in the Far East at 2 AM, who realizes that it's 1 PM back home, so he goes out, gets in a taxi and gets something to eat. I realized that in a couple of weeks I'll be in that position.

I went to the library today and picked up a travel book on Southeast Asia, which included Singapore, and did a little reading up on it. One of the things that they featured prominently in the Singapore section was a picture of a sign that said, "Long haired men not welcome here", or words to that effect. I'm wondering if I should tuck my ponytail under my shirt collar, lest I appear to be a nonconformist. Of course, that version of the book was written in 1994, so maybe I should pick up a new book, i.e. one written in this century.

Anyway, it'll be an experience for me. Good or bad, no one knows just yet, but I feel more comfortable going there than to China. I'd love to go to China someday; my grandfather went years ago, and went to the Great Wall, which, as far as I knew, was the only thing older than him. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lucy is running around being noisy and demanding, as usual. She sits outside the door to my office and howls until I let her in. Now, she's getting on the table, screaming in my face. I guess she wants out.