Fathers Day

In an example of the relationship I have with my dad, I spent the Father’s Day on Sunday not calling or writing, or emailing him, but rather grinning from ear to ear as I opened and went through a package he sent me. Its an example of our relationship because he was the one looking out for me and going out of his way to send things that cheered me up, and I got the joy on a day that was supposed to be for him. Now, instead of calling or writing you can bet that Im sitting on the porch in the middle afternoon smoking a cigar and drinking a cup of coffee.

Im doing alright. Its partly because of the packages, supplies, treats and reminders of home that you ( and everyone) has sent me, but its mostly because you taught me responsibility (when you didn’t let me get away with alcohol in high school), accountability (when you were there waiting on the back corner of Edgemere Elementary every day when school was out), frugality (everyone probably has there own story), and resourcefulness (making me a hat rack out of a baby gate).
And mom, all I do here is go around and talk to people. It’s the same thing you do in El Paso. My goal here is just to know as many people in the village as you do in El Paso. It was always tough going to Smokeys because we could never just sit down, we had to meet and talk to all of your friends. Now, when I have to get up and walk through the village to pick up a candle, and I know that Im gonna have to talk to about 100 people before I get there, its not such a big deal. And you know how you always made us drive across town to eat at a shady Mexican place, and wouldn’t settle for something close to home? Well now I have no problem walking into a corrugate lean to and sitting on a bench next to a bunch of strangers, and sharing a huge bowl of rice with them.

You guys taught me everything, and each day it helps me to get by, understand, and generally enjoy myself living with people speaking a different language in a place I never knew existed.
Thanks