If you like my writing, if you appreciate my way with words, you might want to thank my dad. Here’s why:
When I was a kid, if I used a big word and then couldn’t define it for him, he’d send me to get the dictionary.
“Nah, it’s okay,” I’d say.
“It’s not okay,” Dad responded. “Go get the dictionary.”
“I don’t want to,” I’d shoot back.
“I’m not asking,” he said.
And so I found myself, over the years, learning to use the correct words for things—and not to use words I couldn’t define.
Today is Dad’s birthday, and the kids and I went over to my parents’ house tonight with his favourite dessert, a coconut cream pie. Seventy-five candles would have been a bit over the top, I thought, so once again I wrote his age out in binary: 1001001. Isn’t that cool? 75 is a nice round number, but 1001001 is a palindrome, all symmetrical and very pleasing to the eye when rendered in two colours of candles.
I really wanted to write a lovely tribute to Dad for his birthday, but my neck is hurting very badly. The massage he gave me a few hours ago was excellent, but the pain is back now. So I guess this post will have to remain short and sweet; in the absence of elaborate descriptions, I can only say that if you think I’m cool, well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.