Hot Day (Part Four)
My Dad walks every day-- EVERY day--rain or shine. Today was not only one of the shine days, but it was also one of the hot days. The very hot days. I try to pass along this information to him, but if there's one thing I've learned from dealing with my Dad, it's that I can't deal with my Dad. "Dad," I tell him, "it's hot outside." "No, it's not." "Sure it is." "No, it's not." "Dad, I was just outside. It's hot." "It feels cool to me." "It feels cool to you, because we're inside the house. Outside, it's hot." But my Dad isn't really listening to me. He's trying on the new pair of Nike walking shoes that I've just brought him from Tucson. "Yeah," he tells himself, "these feel good. It's just what ...