Missing my Dad

Seven months ago today, I lost my biggest fan, or at least he was this blog’s most faithful reader.

My Dad, an accomplished teller of tales and maker of deals, was a successful serial entrepreneur during the middle age of Silicon Valley (the 80s and 90s). He was a voracious reader, an obsessive consumer of news, an avid wine connoisseur (the quality of the wine being consumed seemed to matter little), and an enthusiastic tap dancer. Even in his mid 80s he didn’t seem to age, always the life of a party and dressed to impress.

He loved nothing more than an attentive audience, especially one that appreciated his cheeky sense of humor. Last year when I showed up to take him to lunch on his birthday, he quipped, “where are my pony and balloons?”

Today, a year later, and on what would have been his 86th birthday, I find it hard to motivate to write this blog, knowing he’s not here to add a comment or two. I know he would have some keen observations and strong opinions on recent goings on. I’m sure he would have watched tonight’s January 6th hearings.

My only regret is that I never got around to getting him that inflatable pony. He would have loved showing it off and having another story to tell.