My dad could be a profound fellow. Sometimes at meals or walking through
the aisles of the grocery store he'd make a statement commenting on
worldviews or challenge my philosophy.
So when we were at the
Ikea food court and I caught him staring intently at people shuffling
about with their Swedish meatballs and potatoes I anticipated one of
those moments and prepared mentally to debate or process what he was
going to say.
"People need food," he said.
I laughed
so hard it snapped him out of his trance. I applauded him for his keen
observation and we shared a good laugh. I miss that guy.
