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Saturday, February 21, 2004

Last night, having fasted against my will for 40 hours or so, I had some memorable dreams. One involved my father regaling the family with tales of his journeys abroad on various projects for NBC (which has some basis in reality, insofar as he did indeed travel all around the world - he rarely though, if ever, shared stories thereof). He had just begun to tell us about how he'd almost gone to China when the phone rang. I answered it and had a lengthy conversation with my aunt regarding the respective ages of some distant relatives. Then I awoke, never having heard the reason why my father was to have gone to China, nor why his trip had been canceled.

This afternoon, back in reality, I was on the phone with him for unrelated reasons and decided on a whim to ask if he'd ever been to China. He replied that he'd been scheduled to go once, but "some asshole producer from The Dean Martin Show wouldn't grant a temporary leave of absence." And why had he been scheduled to go? He was "supposed to accompany Nixon and Kissinger" on their landmark diplomatic voyage of 1972.

1) I wish my dad would share more stories in real life.
2) It appears that fasting results in ESP.

Posted by morland @ 01:45 PM

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Bizarre. Great title.

Posted by: on February 22, 2004 01:17 PM


Wasn't your dad, like 20 in 1972?

Posted by: Anna on February 22, 2004 10:37 PM


I believe he was 27.

Posted by: morland on February 23, 2004 01:57 PM


While tight-lipped with his stories, pops is at least very open with his pictures of ducks.

Posted by: Grenergy on February 23, 2004 08:13 PM



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