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[ This entry originated here » The Place where Imagination becomes Reality (25 Dec 2017). ]

The difference between my mom's side of the family and my dad's side .. was a big difference .. in many ways .. but mainly because my mom's side did not harbor grudges.

My mother once said to me, "You know .. your father doesnt talk to his brothers. Ever. He talks to his sisters, but never to his brothers. I dont want you and your brother to be like that. You're all each other have."

» He Silently Got Up and Went into His Room

I forget how old I was ... maybe 8 or 9 .. the age where you become family-aware and are trying to figure out who is who and which cousin belongs to whom.

It was during this time when I was sitting in the living room around the TV with the folks and I asked a question about my dad's dad .. whom I had never met .. because he died before I was born.

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[ This entry originated here » The Place where Imagination becomes Reality (Dec 25, 2017). ]

» Hawaii was the First Place to Feel Like a New Home

They did this while I was off turning matter into energy for the military-industrial complex, and going to strip clubs with the Dog in Waikiki, after smoking Maui Wowie and whatnot.

Hawaii was the first place that felt like home to me after I left home. By then I had already lived in a number of other places, but the combination of time-away-from-home, and time-spent-in-a-new-place made Hawaii feel like home for me.

» Along the Lines of an Invisible Umbilical Breaking

That was a trippy feeling .. which is why I remember it so well. This was the first time in my life when Connecticut did not feel like my 'home.'

It happened fast as you snapped your fingers. It was not a gradual thing .. like you might imagine.

I am trying to decide if I should say that it was like an invisible umbilical broke .. an invisible umbilical between Connecticut and Hawaii.

That might not be the best way to say it .. but it is definitely along those lines.

I was walking home at the time .. toward Diamond Head .. along Ala Wai blvd in Waikiki ..

.. when I was living with the Dog. Right below the two strippers from Vegas.

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» A Smart Motherfucker

I am a smart motherfucker myself .. without even trying to be. My dad told me at least a million times while I was growing up, "Dont be smart."

What he really meant was, "Dont be a smart-ass."

I could definitely be a smart ass. (Because I am so smart.) No doubt about it. Being a smart-ass is part of what got me into trouble with the captain.

Because I am not afraid to toe-up with authority figures when they are fucking up. Particularly when their fucking up is affecting me or mine.

Or did he really not want me to be smart?

My dad was smart, but not educated. My mom told me, "I married your father because he was smart and because he had good teeth."

» Dad vs Fyodor Karamazov

I can confirm that he was smart, but only in a Fyodor Karamazov sort-of-way.

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» A Fatherly Profession of Unconditional Support

It may be worth mentioning here .. how I was working at a nuclear plant in sunny southern California. As a regular ol' knuckle-dragging tech. And loving every minute of it.

When the big boss called. And asked me to stop by his office after I got off work. Where he presented me with a position.

I was trying to get him to articulate the scope and the parameters of my duties and responsibilities in this new position.

Because I had held similar positions at other nuclear plants (.. being the Certified Fresh Rad Whore that I was).

And because this was a new position that had never before existed. So there was no preexisting pattern for me to work from.

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Speaking of stories .. girly, the Dog called recently to say hi. He is very good about staying in touch. And I remembered the story that I told you and Nicki about whispered secrets.

After the niceties were over, I said, "Dog, do you remember that time we went to the Lollipop?"

Girly, the Dog didnt even say anything. There was a delicious empty silence on the other end of the phone.

You could almost hear his long-dormant neurons being activated .. as they lit up neural circuitry all the way back to our days in Waikiki.

A few seconds later he just started laughing. And it was the type of laughter that told me that I have him right where I want him.

It's not easy to catch the Dog off balance like this. So I was proud of myself. (Timing is everything, you know.)

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