The veteran anchor cast on Good Day LA is discussing the depths of political context underneath the news...
...and they brought up the train thing...
And I just remembered all the other stories from my father's childhood.
...about getting in trouble for riding his donkey in the house...
...then blah, blah, blah running away from home by jumping on a train heading west and taking it to LA to see the first Olympics being held at the collesieum(sic)...
...and the story about how he got a job sweeping the floors at a speakeasy called Jimmy's...
...and that's where/when he found one of the shipping magnate heiresses' diamond earrings when sweeping...
...which she came back for...
...which is how he met her...
Then he made it back to small town Texas in time for the high school football season, but the coach wouldn't let him start b/c he missed 2-a-days...
...so he said f7ck that, and instead went to New York at the invitation of his benefactor, where he then eventually went to NYU before WWII started...
And oh, this is nothing. But the more I think about ever little detail, the more I wonder if my entire life has just been one huge f7cking snipe hunt actually trying to find and out-accomplish these superhuman stories of my father...
...which...
Wow.
And of course, there I was actually summoning up the courage to call my mom and talk to her about all this sh7t last night, and the phone was busy, not to mention the alphabet or whomever has fubared the dynamics of my life all the way to destroying all the links with my family, and friends, and good character...
...while I've been here enduring the hell I have while the millions and billions and...
Nevermind.
Grrr...
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