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Signs of my Father

My dad sent me and e-mail to tell me about a couple of signs he enjoyed seeing recently…

  1. A neon sign outside the (very good, blues, rock, and roots) music club Madam’s Organ, which is in the Adams Morgan neighborhood. It reads “Sorry, we’re open”
  2. A cardboard sign that hangs in the door of a hip stationary shop in my neighborhood. Typical size and shape like that in many places, printed on both sides and hung so that it can be flipped. However, instead of indicating Open/Closed, it has “OPEN/SHUT”

Why My Father is Beautiful

This is what he wrote to Princess Bethany on Mother’s Day:

“Love in particular today to Bethany, who, like myself, is "parent” to people and animals in lines that are indirect, but drawn in bold with our dedication, love, care, steadfastness, patience, and absorbtion-of-pain-with-honor.“

I have read this about every other day since he sent it, and when I do I am so filled with pride, awe, humility and love I can barely stand it. 

The Random Post

Just a reminder to my regular readers. When you do not see much activity here, feel free to check out my tumblelog – The Random Post.
There you will find cool links, photos, quotes, funny words and odd angles. Basically, it is all the little snippets that catch my attention while cruising the interwebs and is far less structured than the posts here.
If you do check it out, and you enjoy it, I would love to hear your feedback. Heck, I would love to hear your feedback even if you don’t.