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I’m in Manhattan in a small hotel room that I’m sharing with my dad. I treated him and my brother Jeff, who lives here in New York, to the Yankee game last night and saw our Angels win 1-0.

I over splurged on tickets right behind homeplate.  My first (and probably last) frivolous purchase since the Ninja really took off.

But you know what? This is all about memory creation. My dad kept saying he felt like Ned Beatty.

He meant like Ned Beatty as the dad in Rudy entering Notre Dame stadium, but my bro and I kept joking that people would think he meant Ned Beatty in Deliverance.  *squeal*

Ahem.

Anyway, Dad was touched. So was my brother. This is the first time the three of us have really hung out together. I’m even trying to remember back to when I was a kid. Dad and I did stuff and Jeff and I did stuff, but never the three of us.

I asked Dad about this at brunch today and he said that our sister Debbie would’ve freaked.  Maybe that’s true.  It’s probably also due to my parent’s strictly egalitarian method of raising us,where they tried to be  as equal as possible with their love and attention.

So it’s nice just spending time with the three of us.  It’s nice peeling back surface of Dad especially, since he can get stuck into infinite loops of  surface conversation.  When you are forced to engage  him continually he surprises and delights with insights about our childhood and his life.

I have a feeling that this trip will be remembered for a while by all of us.

Today we went to the Guttenberg, another thing Dad wanted to see.  On display was the art of Louise Bourgeios.  An artist that I was not familiar to prior.  The main gallery is just as spectacular as it seems in photos.

Now we’re napping/writing/praticing the flute.  I’ll let you figure out who’s doing what.

Pictures will posted next week when I return.