October 25, 2000
Today my dad turns sixty-five. I can remember being eight years old and asking my dad how old he was. He was the same age that I am today, and now my daughter is the eight year old asking questions. This is a strange parallel for me. Obviously, there are some differences. For example, Molly has her own web site, and to the best of my recollection, my dad had never sent an email in his life. As the dutiful son, I’m going to help reduce the technological generation gap and buy him an iMac this week. I can mention it here without ruining the surprise because he doesn’t have net access. Once he’s set up with the new machine and his granddaughters have shown him how to navigate the web, maybe then he’ll read this post. In the mean time, I’ll just give him a call. Happy Birthday Dad!
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