Dad's Day

I went for a hike yesterday, and I thought of you. Remember Pyramid Falls, where the water flowed all around us? And at Point Reyes, climbing up Eagle Ridge? And in the Palisades, where everything else looked so small, except the peaks, which looked like steaks...

I drew a picture yesterday, and I thought of you. Remember how you always bring a sketch book, and one of those hard blue pencils, everywhere you go? I was always so astonished that you didn't want an eraser. There are only happy accidents, I guess.

I went to the museum yesterday, and I thought of you. Remember when you read Marc Chagall's biography to me, and I was nine? And when we went to Florence to see the big art? And when, in Paris, the first place we went was not the Louvre, but Picasso's...

I had to deal with people yesterday, and I thought of you, Mister Shades of Grey. It made me curious about what they were really trying to say.