My parents are on one of their many annual adventures. This one takes them to the East coast. They are on a bus with 100 or so other seniors. This cracks me up because my parents still don't seem like senior citizens to me.
Before they left, I asked my dad if he had ever been to NYC. He said that he had been there once in 1965. He had stopped at a coffee shop. Sadly, they wouldn't serve him. He happened to be wearing his army fatigues. I guess it was pretty common to be treated poorly if you were serving in Vietnam.
My dad and I don't have too many serious conversations. Most of our interactions revolve around the three stooges, fishing or who can come up with the best pun. On that rare occasion when we do talk about a heavy topic, it gives me a unique perspective on my dad's life and his experiences. I find that whatever the conversation topic, they are all priceless.
