If you DON'T know them, why be a jerk?
A poem reflecting on a cross-country trip with my father.
They are so similar it doesn't surprise me that they fought. They were trying to be the same guy. It's the same reason my father and I argue.
It's a rush to feel like you are doing something...controlling something...and making progress.
My father is an explorer, a hard worker, an intellectual, a rock…He advised me in our discussions:"You must create a dream".