My dad is in town for my graduation. I had him all to myself. My kiddo's w/his dad this weekend. Being the baby of the family, I'm all about solo attention. We talked so much today about everything from chess to chaucer, lamaze (sp?) classes to reincarnation, men & women & their games to child-rearing. Awesomeness. I love talking to him like a person, adult to adult, hearing his experiences. Knowing what made him him, and indirectly, what makes me me.
He learned chess from a guy in Guam after happening upon it being played. A black guy and white guy were playing. He approached the black guy and was told, "This game is too complicated for you." My dad's just some thug from Brooklyn in his eyes. The white guy overhears and offers to teach Daddy. (He's the one who taught the black guy.) Daddy learns and eventually gets so good, he can beat his teacher. That satisfies him enough that when the black guy asks to play him again, he tells him he doesn't have the time to play him. Just letting the guy know that he can beat the person who taught both of them was satisfaction enough.
The guy who taught Dad chess was Mormon. My dad's always had an intense interest in learning about other religions, as do I. The topic of Mormonism led us into our own discussion of religion.
I'm rambling, I'm sleepy, but I just wanted to document as much as I could. I love my dad. He's so awesome. And this weekend is so precious to me. I got his time. All to myself. I feel so full. Good night.