Normally I try to look at the good things.  But, sometimes there are things you just can’t put into a positive perspective.  I haven’t written in a few days because I went home to St. Louis to spend some time with my parents, mainly my Father.

My Dad, who is 72 is a proud man.  He spent four years in the Navy back in the late 50′s. He went on to be a Detective in St. Louis for 21 years.  After that he has done many security and management jobs.  He is a hard man to get close to since he rarely talks about feelings, if ever.  He’d rather be tinkering in the garage than sitting around the table with us chatting.

A lot of people would criticize his parenting.  As a father of four, he was rarely around. He couldn’t tell you whose blanket belonged to who and what our favorite toy, color, or food was.  He always changed the channel to his show when he sat down in the evening without a thought to the kids program we were in the middle of.  He is from a generation where a man was better just because he was a man and he did as he pleased.  Continue reading →