As a boy in Florida, I spent many afternoons watching cartoons.  The Wonder Twins, Zan and Jayna are inextricably part of that childhood. Intermingled with episodes of Super Friends, the networks bombarded us with public service announcements.  One cartoon character that resembled a meatball with legs asserted that, “You have to eat some kind of breakfast every day.”

Another such commercial instructed children on how to cross the street, “Look left, then right…  then left again.”  I remember the video as the camera took the point of view of the pedestrian.  It scanned left, right and left again to demonstrate the point.  I imagine that the producer of that video would be proud that it has committed to my memory.

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On a weekend evening, we indulge on a dinner out at one of our favorite local restaurants.  This particular weekend is Father’s Day.  Having lost my father at nine, it’s always bittersweet.  Naturally, I miss him, but it’s been literally decades.  Seeing as though we both spoke three languages, I’m not entire sure in which language we would communicate.  As I chat with our friend at the bar, I ask him casually, “Are you a father?”  With a small grin, he responds with, “…not that I’m aware of.”  I chuckle; she glares at us both.

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