Survival...

Today is the 70th anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp in Oswiecim, Poland.  It is a milestone this world would be better off never having to mark.  But because human beings can be inhuman, it is a day of remembrance of the six million souls who died too soon at the hands of those who would play God, as well as the recognition of the few who survived to tell the world the truth of what happened.  It is a serious day, a heartbreaking day, even all these years later, when you think of the lost lives, the lost art, the lost theories and designs and everything else that might have come if the Holocaust had never happened.

Father's Day...

Over the last 42 years, I have read a lot about fathers.  Some are present. Some are absent.  Some are active, some are barely available.  But whatever kind of father they are, they have an effect on your life that you will carry with you until you breathe your last breath.

My father was one of the guiding lights of my life.  When I was little, I thought he could do no wrong.  I really believed he could do anything, take care of everything, solve any problem, fix any worry.  In short, my dad was a demi-god that I looked up to.  And I had good reason.  Because he did do all of those things.  It is not a bad thing to believe in your father, and I certainly believed in mine.