Entry040501

04/05/01 - I haven't called my Dad for a long while. I'm behind in e-mailing him too. I never know what to expect. Is he going to treat me like a child or an adult? Will he be pleasant or nasty? I called. He was pleasant. His voice sounded so old. He is old. I have not forgiven and forgotten. He pretends there is nothing to forget. We catch up on this and that. He starts to get personal.

"What nationality is he?"
"Jewish." Pause ... "I'm not into prejudice."
"Me neither. Do you remember the next door neighbors back at the old house?"
"Dad, that was 45 years ago."
"Yeah, Stan and Gloria, remember? They were Jewish. They owned a pawnshop down on 3rd and Harrison."

Change of subject ... More this and that. He said he was going to e-mail me some pictures he took. He said he took them all by himself, with his digital and his tripod. He told me to write more often. He is 81 years old.