My Father was from the old country and he was a very peaceful and gentle man who always avoided raising his voice and he always walked away from a confontation...
I have to admit I'm a thousand times less than he is
My stupid side did feel for one millionth of a sec. like jumping out of the car... and I do know where they play pickup basketball and maybe I could still chance a game...but then I thought, my father lasted 80 years through troubled times in history and a back breaking life without thinking emotionally and unwisely like that,
Here I am burned out at 44 because I think stupidly and get emotional sometimes...I love this car and I put a lot of work into it, but I'm determined to be quiet in this neighborhood and maybe I'll just park it somewhere else...besides the universe talks to you in funny ways, maybe I'll just pull up roots and head to the Pacific Side, something I am dreaming of for every day the last five years...