My dad died September 16, 1986. Today would be his 70th birthday. He was a sweet man and interested in many things. I often fantasize about being his tour guide if he were to pop back, to tell him about GPS, computers, that the governor of Arkansas became President, Germany is one country, a mapped human genome.
I’m making Mark Bittman’s Thai oxtail soup for a cold Atlanta night tonight. Cold Sapporo beer and the smell of toasted exotic spices in my kitchen.