I have been thinking about my dad a lot lately, especially this month. He would have been 100 years old on January 4, and as of today, he has been gone 50 years, the same amount of time that he lived in this world. It is sort of a weird milestone, one that most people don't have to ponder, and it has caused me to think about my dad maybe more than I normally would.
I wonder what he would think of this world of ours, if he could come back today and see it. When he left us, we were in the midst of wrapping up the Vietnam War (that was the day before the peace accords were signed,) the Watergate hearings were in the news, Richard Nixon (remember him? Shady presidents are not a new thing) was inaugurated for the second time but already on shaking ground, and we were in the midst of the early 70's with free love, drugs and rock and roll. I wonder what would he make of computers and a cell phone in every hand, big screen televisions, video games and the much fancier cars and trucks we drive? And what about all the other changes in the lives of the people he loved the most?
