My dad is a self-proclaimed dinosaur.
He self-proclaims a lot of things about himself, in fact.
Like how he was born 200 years too late.
He likes old fashioned things, is at times repelled by the technology of today, and very stubborn.
But, he’s my dad, and I love him unconditionally.
When I say unconditionally, what I mean is that I don’t mind explaining to him over and over how to attach a document to an email.
He’s just wired different than most Dads. And that’s okay with me.
Interesting tidbit: He’s a Mason of the 32nd degree.
I was probably about thirteen years old before I realized that not everyone’s Dad was a Mason and not everyone’s Mom was in Eastern Star. My childhood is filled with fuzzy memories of lodges with royal blue carpet and men in aprons.
(We came across this Masonic Temple while driving around Raleigh. I made Shelton park in a podiatrist’s parking lot so that I could take this picture in the rain.)
I think he would appreciate all the farmland in Eastern Carolina.
Side note: This is the first time I have ever seen cotton in its natural state.
As opposed to its… unnatural (?) state underneath my sink.
It feels the same to me.
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