It is the innocence of youth that, we think we can escape our obsession with the path of our predecessors and create our own mythological journey separate from the context of the journey of those before us.  How many times of late I caught myself doing something just as my father had or viewing something just as my father had.  Maybe, it was not the same package inside, but the prescription of how to view the package and its contents were somewhat, if not very, similar.  I have seen this over and over and over with friends who believed they had cut the cord with the past and yet, though they were composing a different symphony, the harmonies were so similar that, it ironically escaped them.

Below is a picture of my father in his 100th year of life.  He died a few days after his 100th birthday three years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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