03/27/2021
March 28th Sunday. My dad's 93rd birthday.
I know that he is out there on some other plane....or maybe right here amongst us, living his dream of eternal life.
So Dad, I just want to say Happy Birthday. I miss your wonderful insights into current events and how they play into a broader historical social-political outlook . I miss how you could always find positivity and hope when others only saw despair. We need your thoughtful perspective now in this crazy time more than ever.
I know others remember you for the impact you made on society by creating the first underground newspaper in the country and then teaching others how to do it. You were the first one to realize that an offset printing press could be used to create a newspaper; thereby taking a medium that had only been available to the rich and powerful, and putting it into the hands of the people.
It was a revolution in journalism. A place where people in the community were encouraged to be reporters and write about what they saw and thought. It was the internet of the 60's. So many successful writers who have made a difference and are making a difference now, were encouraged by you to take a pen in hand and find their voice
There were mistakes and mishaps in your personal and professional life, and so, like the rockstars who didn't make it to their 30's, the Los Angeles Free Press burnt out before reaching it's teens.
But you, with your insatiable thirst for knowledge found a new path. And in your quest for the philosopher's stone, using ancient knowledge, you touched on the secrets of life extension ahead of the scientists who are recently opening modern scientific doors to the same knowledge. Ahead of the ball again.
And with your great talent as a teacher and communicator you shared your knowledge with others creating even more community.
I miss other things about you:
I miss the sparkle in your eyes and how you could wiggle your ears.
I miss the way you could always find a way to fix almost anything, your love of books that I inherited from you, and your crazy
curiosity and thirst for knowledge. I miss sitting on your shoulders at protests and on picket lines when I was a little girl so I could see all the people who had come to make good trouble and create change.
Wherever you are, I love you.❤
