A Voice from the Past

I took a hiatus from writing. I don't know why. I just didn't feel like talking. Nothing of import occurred. I'm still working at UNTHSC, I'm still shacked up with Logan, the kids are still ornery and spoiled. I've been keeping busy by getting minor repairs done to my car, such as the blower for the heater/ac/defroster (over $580, yikes!) and the driver's side door lock (You could lock it from the inside, but not the outside, though it would lock if you locked the passenger side front door or the trunk.) (over $400, yikes!). I've been trying to spend more time with friends and family.

I have a clear focus now on something I do want to write, though. My sister Grace has returned two out of several of my father's journals (I anticipate getting the rest soon.), and I have been re-reading them with the notion that my father's life story needs to be told. I have been howling with laughter because I know the players in the stories, but I think with a bit of research to expound upon some of my dad's stories, I could make a really great book. His writing makes you feel you are right in the middle of the story. And he writes about everything from world events and politics to the minute details of being a house husband in his early 70's. Re-reading my father's journals these last few weeks has made me feel closer to him, and given me a new perspective about him that I didn't comprehend when I was in my 20's.

I anticipate that I will end up doing quite a bit of geneaology and searching through archives from the Star-Telegram and Fort Worth Press (defunct in the late 70's or early 80's), two newspapers where my dad worked, looking for his letters to the editor which were somewhat famous locally. The task is a bit daunting, but it's also very energizing.