Dear Dad - May 2005

May 2005

Dear Dad,

Hello from a southwest airplane traveling north from Florida to Nashville. I’m squeezed in the 8th row, between two other men, just like everyone else, as the flight is packed without a seat to spare. It’s nighttime, so everything outside is dark except for the sparse reminders of civilization below – with their flickering house lights and dim car lights slowly moving in a linear fashion.

Back on the ground, most people are celebrating “Mothers Day”. Earlier, I was with Kim and her Mom and family for the occasion. Good times and I even have a tan to show for it.

So, back up here with my laptop, I took the opportunity to sort through some documents filed away, and came across my last letter to you. I reread it, which prompted me to write again. I’m going to be direct, so bear with me here. Your reply was interesting, and I appreciate the historical facts and story line of where I, and you came from. Your reply was also perplexing, in that you did not respond to the many other questions I asked, or even acknowledge that I opened up to you with a heart felt letter. In most situations, one would assume that the audience (in this case you) is not interested or does not care. Please clarify, as I do not know how to respond to your correspondence

Sincerely,