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Father And Son

June 20, 2004

Today�s featured �father and son� photo was taken last summer in an airport drop-off zone, minutes before a flight back to Portland. Sure, we look happy, but under those thick skins sadness lurked. I hate saying goodbye to the parents. Fucking hate it. Always have. Knowing it might be another 6 months before we see each other is a hard one to swallow. I try to be tough and stoic, and short and deliberate in the name of �getting it over with,� but often crumble once I get to the gate.I can�t really tell what my dad�s hand signal is supposed to mean. Ill-fated �devil horns?� Some sort of �C�mon, take the goddamn picture, already� cue to mom (shooting the pic) who was steadying the camera for the big shot? I like to think it�s his way off adding �extra flair� to the moment. We Draplin�s have a way with our hands, ahem.And I know what he�s saying, �Say cheese�say cowshit.�His hair is white. My hair is brown. Someday, someday.- - - -I just called home. Mom was in her garden, Dad was working on projects. So it goes.With all this hanky panky involving the house purchase, one thing rises to the surface: A new thing...�Portland Time� with the parents. If I can�t get back due to schedules and time, hell, I�ll fly them out. Sounds like a plan.As soon as we close, and not a second after, I�m booking a couple tickets for them to come out and spend some time with me.- - - -Happy Father�s Day, dad�I miss ya.

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