Happy father's day.

When the waiter stopped referring to me as "kid" and "boy," I started to talk to them. I told them about my classes and how that was going. I told them about my computer troubles and how that was going. I told them about my summer so far. "Oh." They said. I told them about my story. My music.

"Are you planning any trips for the summer?" He asked.

I thought for a second. "Well, we were talking about going to Schlitterbahn, but that's not really a trip. I wanted to take some day trips around to places like Enchanted Rock or McKinney Falls or Pedernales." They smiled and nodded. I took a breath. "And I wanted to get a team of adventurers together and canoe all the way out to the Gulf." I said. They perked up.

"So you'll pass through La Grange?"

"Briefly." I said. "Only to get food and such. But we'll probably be on the river for a few days, pushing all the way out to Matagorda." Now they were actually smiling. "I want to go out there in the spirit of Shackleton."

"The water's shallow out there in parts." They said.

"Well that's why I'm getting a team of people. They can carry the boats and such while they follow their fearless leader and navigator." I said.

My grandfather laughed. "You are your father's son."

Someone asked me what I was going to do for Father's Day. "Sit around by the phone for a while." I said. They laughed.

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Pseudo-science (like psych).

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Just the stirring in my soul.

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everything is fine

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