10 June 2012

I think of my father often here. Eating and enjoying a small bag of peanuts or popcorn reminds me of stories of his childhood. Walking on dirt roads, I share things in common with him now that I hadn't in the past. I was born to him in an age of technology he did not understand. Likewise, I did not understand his lack of desire to be up on the latest way of life. Maybe this trip is making me understand that my dad didn't need to be caught up on the newest gadgets. That being a boy on a dirt road and living the life that matched it, his level of advancement and life in the US is just fine with him.