Wednesday, July 22, 2009

My Dad


My Dad is my only hero. Because he truly doesn't care about what other people think. Restaurant critics, movie reviewers, experts on anything from children's literature to rose gardening. Once, I was meeting him downtown and as I approached, I saw him standing by a bench, completely un-self-conscious, like a wise little Zen master. His body language showed he was completely unaware of the effect of his body and angles and posture and shirt and shoes and his environment. I felt a tender twinge for this skinny leather skinned self-actualized man.

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