no shit.

Megan,

 

    Hello, how's tricks?

 

    I hope you were able to get outside today and enjoy this splendid week-end.  The daffodils are up about half an inch here.  I want to tell them, no, get back, it's too soon!  February has nasty surprises, including eeunexpected snow and ice.  I know daffodils are hardy but still I worry.  I was going to fuss about all the cold we've had but those days are quickly forgotten when it is nice outside.  We had four bluebirds circling the bluebird house this morning.  One would go in, complain that the bathroom tile is so 70's, and then fly off.  Another didn't like the shag carpet.  So picky, birds are.  I don't want spring to come yet.  Not even a hint of it.  When it is nice outside it makes it harder for me to work inside.

 

    Even though it doesn't affect me, the idea of Synchronicity intrigues me.  The idea is that by 2045 machines and people will be intergrated.  Microcomputers will course through your bloodstream, scouring for impurities and repairing damaged cells.  All of your memory will be backed up on files so that later loved ones can know all your thoughts and wishes.  Especially how you really felt about Aunt Denise.  Of course I worry that machines will triumph and take over man, witness the Coke machine at work.  It can already reduce me to tears when it devours my money with a metallic smirk.  I don't have to mention Terminator or I Robot.  Zombies are bad enough, but a Hal like in 2001 A Space Odysessy is a real fright.  Part of me says it is farfetched.  But then I never thought computers would beat humans at chess.  And the speed of technological changes is so rapid it is not, in my mind, unthinkable.

 

    Berean hung out at Centennial Park with his friends yesterday.  I think he is ready to get back outside again.  We sent in his papers for Nashville School of Arts.  Your mom talked to one student who auditioned for a spot to take accounting.  He had to do some push-ups and read the newspaper.  Yeah, that sounds like Berean's place.

 

    Hopefully soon the pool at school and the grills will be out.  When spring does finally arrive school will come alive. 

 

    We think about you often.

 

    I hope you have had a super week-end.

 

    I send warm wishes,

 

    -dad

 

Are "week" and "end" supposed to be separated by a dash? Oh, pop. I wish you would acknowledge me in person the way you do in your letters.