Today would have been my dad's 90th birthday. A farm boy, he literally flew the coop to go to college and serve in the Army-Air Force during WWII. He decided teaching would help bring peace in the world and never returned to farming. He was a noble man. That made me Mr. Stenson's kid growing up. With one wing and half a brain, I tried to fly away right after high school too. My parents kicked me right back in their nest until I finished college. By then, I had two working wings.Now it's my children's turn to soar. One will be getting married next summer. Her and her husband-to-be have been together for ten years and they are only 24 years old. When I got married I was younger and didn't know my wife for ten months before my wedding day. My other kid is moving 180 miles away in a month. She has been breaking glass ceilings in the corporate world for a number of years. As a dad, the realization that neither will probably ever live in my nest again is unsettling sad. I have loved them here with me for so long, but they are ready to spread their wings and I must let them fly.
I have been quiet here for the past ten days because I flew in another direction. My favorite musician came to town and I went to see him perform twice last weekend. I have been to countless shows and always have high expectations. Have you ever gone to a movie after hearing rave reviews and it leaves you flat after you've seen it? This musician has never failed to exceed my highest hopes no matter how pumped up I get about it. Believe me, I was flying both Saturday and Sunday. A week later, I am just now preparing to land.
Happy birthday, Dad.