Letters from Dad
My dad was a pretty cool guy. I grew up hearing stories told by my grandparents about how, when he was 10, they all went to Mexico City . They had separate rooms at the hotel, so when my grandparents woke up and got ready the next day they discovered that my dad had already gotten up, gone down to the dining room and had breakfast, and then proceeded to head out exploring the city in a cab by himself. (It was obviously a different time, as that kind of thing would make my mom’s head explode- mine too, for that matter!) And I heard other stories too, some perhaps a bit misremembered through time (just in case you’re reading, Ma, and see something wrong. J ) He went to Admiral Farragut Academy, in the east, for High School, traveled throughout Europe picking up enough of a number of the local languages to make his way and make friends, enlisted in the army, learned Russian through a government program, and was eventually stationed in Ethiopia as a Russian translator in 1971 or 72.