Were he still alive, my father would have turned 91 last month. I’ve spent a fair bit of time lately thinking about him and his influence on me, especially from my childhood. Allow me to explain what must seem like a paradox in the title.
One of my favorite activities, especially in winter, is knitting. In addition to getting a usable item out of it, knitting provides lots of time for thinking… and I do enjoy observing what comes up from the depths.
I’ve been a participant in the ever-evolving rodeo that is the internet since the late 1980s. For a fair portion of those years, I’ve been a blogger, too. In redesigning and relaunching this website to be primarily a blog, I’ve found that my approach has shifted significantly.