It’s my father’s birthday today.  He would have been 107 had he hung around.  He taught me about anger… how to be angry… how to explode at a moment’s notice… how to ratchet things up to a ridiculously high level really fast.  And I learned his teachings and at least for the first part of my life was very good at making anger a major part of who I was.  My wife would say I’m still good at it, but I know that I’m not.  I know what it feels like to let go and have nothing else as important as venting the rage within.  And I know what it feels like to put on  the reins, and even if a little bit of anger escapes, to keep the demon in check.  I have definitely made progress.  However, it may take another lifetime or two to get rid of it completely.  Happy birthday, dad.

peace……..ag