Waking from a long slumber. . .

My Dad came and had Thanksgiving dinner with the family for the 1st time in 30 years last week. And so I am inspired to write about my Dad. But, being afraid of complete sentences, here is a list of things I have learned from my father.

How to cook with no recipe.

How to find my way home from anywhere.

How to help people when they ask (and sometimes when they don't) with no thought of reward.

How to insist on being right, even when I am not.

How to hate grading.

How to enjoy nature.

How to love my country for what it could be.

How to wear a stocking cap.

How to listen to public radio.

How to be late all the time.

How to fish.

There's more of course. Maybe I'll try to write a blog post about each one of these as a way to reflect and tell some stories. Check back soon, as semester break will no doubt leave me with blogging time. Right?