Fallen Into Knowledge

Obviously, there isn’t one thing that could possibly define a person. If we imagined there were, however, for my father it would have to be his tendency to take up a “hobby,” become obsessed with it, and then, after a while, drop it. Only to repeat the cycle. My dad picked up, and subsequently dropped, knitting long before it was socially acceptable for men to knit. While this tendency has caused some to roll their eyes, I am here to defend it.
My Father has an active and curious mind. He is engaged in the world, which is a source of endless fascination for him. Not too long ago he was showing me the different ways in which fabric is woven; he has taken up competitive speed skating, and trains hard several times a week; right now he working on his garage / workshop, putting the finishing touches on a workbench.
To find the world endlessly fascinating and worth learning about: If I have widely varied interests and pursuits, it is because of my Father. And if - or when - I have kids it is the lesson I want to model for them, as well. Thanks, Dad.