Black and White

On this date in the midst of the Great War, my father was born. I can only imagine what it must have been like to grow up in that era. Before TV, before Hitler, before penicillin. Life was harder and simpler. Looking back, it seems that things were more black and white. It may have been this moral clarity that helped make him the man that he is today. While he has always enjoyed learning and been open to new ideas, he knows what is right and what is wrong... he is a man of few words.

Over forty years later I was born. I grew up during the decades of social change and self discovery. I was taught right and wrong through words and by example. When I came of age, I sailed from home on my black and white ship, into a sea of grey... I talk too much.