GETTING IT WRONG

I do it all the time. Last night, I was convinced that I was wrong. That's slightly more rare. This morning I found that I was right after all. No, I didn't have to google it, a darkness fell upon the land and the rocks broke apart and spoke and all the birds fell from the sky, dead, as the voice from....well, you know.

Anyway, a missive had found its way here. It said, "SEND THE MONEY OR SHUT UP."

I had taken a page from the Wisdom and sent my daughter a simple letter a mere day ago. I offered money in return for certain things. Everyone who now knows of the offer has made themselves clear on the subject. And that's OK, none of them were dads. I won't convince them. I don't care. I'm not even going to try.

Anytime anybody offers you money? It comes with strings. You need to learn to see them. That is part of my job.

She cannot learn what she does not hear. I'm all about letting her hear. It's what father's want.

Target Angle 180 and opening