Besides the wine tasting with my siblings during
my visit to California I spent some time with my parents. Chatting with my father at the poolside or
the coffeehouse was an enjoyable experience, though he did most of the
chatting. My dad is genetically
hardwired for conversation and social engagement, and he’s a dye-in-the-wool
Democrat and educator. Well, we have education
in common! I get my temperament and
musical proclivity from my mother. She
pulled out some sheet music and had me work on some Chopin and ragtime
pieces while I was there. I felt like a twelve-year-old boy
old again. I used to come home from
school and get ready for piano lessons, while my mom would bake cookies or otherwise reward me for my efforts.
All things considered, I had a good childhood. No complaints.