Category: thought

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”

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. 

Here are some words that give me a little silent inside tickle whenever I say them:

• Pants
• Gurgle
• Phineas