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1) For many, many years, right up until the day he died, my dad kept in his desk a letter that I had written him on father's day. It was one of his treasured posessions, and he looked at it often. Apparently my sister recieved it along with some other mementos after he passed away, and she is now going to pass that letter back to me.
2) From 1971 until the day he died, Dad only went to a movie theater twice. (There was an incident in 1971 at a drive-in theater featuring "The Summer of '42" that involved my mother, alcohol, and vomit.) The first of the two movies he saw was "One of Our Dinosaurs is Missing" with my sister in Utah. The other, and I remember this day vividly, was to go see "Star Wars" with me at the Cinema 150 in downtown Seattle. The line was around the block, and he and Kris (dad's Kris, not my Kris) patiently stood in line with me for hours to get in. The thing I most remember is that probably every third word out of my mouth was "man!", and dad would repeat it right back to me with exactly the same inflection and a big smile on his face -- not mocking me in any way at all, but rather trying to share my enthusiasm. As a matter of fact, he repeated it back exactly the same way I repeat words back to Ben now, to much the same effect.
2) From 1971 until the day he died, Dad only went to a movie theater twice. (There was an incident in 1971 at a drive-in theater featuring "The Summer of '42" that involved my mother, alcohol, and vomit.) The first of the two movies he saw was "One of Our Dinosaurs is Missing" with my sister in Utah. The other, and I remember this day vividly, was to go see "Star Wars" with me at the Cinema 150 in downtown Seattle. The line was around the block, and he and Kris (dad's Kris, not my Kris) patiently stood in line with me for hours to get in. The thing I most remember is that probably every third word out of my mouth was "man!", and dad would repeat it right back to me with exactly the same inflection and a big smile on his face -- not mocking me in any way at all, but rather trying to share my enthusiasm. As a matter of fact, he repeated it back exactly the same way I repeat words back to Ben now, to much the same effect.