He kept videos (retail and VCR’d copies) and watched them often. I think he liked James Bond and WWII movies but I’m not 100% sure I’m remembering that right. Now, here I am a willing student of the spy world and of WWII, as well as being a movie nut. And while he was hardly the only one in my youth who was a movie-lover, it’s not really about quantifying that influence.
It’s about recognizing that he was human and had at least some of the same makings as I do.
And for those keeping score: yes, humanizing my father is a significant step. I might tell you why, someday. It’s nothing awful, per se, but certainly a pervasive issue. I guess I am my father’s son. Hrm, what an unexpected correlation of
Monday’s Tuesday’s (upcoming) post. What is the universe trying to tell me?