We met my Dad and Bro' Dan yesterday at a rendezvous just south of here. Dad is old friends with Doyle who owns and runs the Two Eagles Kitchen at these events. He makes fry bread like nobody's business. We sat with Doyle and were later joined by a friend of Dad's from when they were in the 7th grade together. They've been in touch ever since. Dad's friend likes to tell us stories from their youth. They must all be true because I've heard some of the same stories from Dad. Well, sometimes the instigators trade names but it's the same stories.

I found out yesterday that Dad was nominated to West Point! Never have I heard that. He turned down the nomination in because he wasn't done chasing the woman who would later become my mother.

Dad doesn't like to talk about himself much (read: "at all") so it's no real surprise that he never said anything. Funny though my Mother never mentioned it.