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Missing Pigs Blog

Missing Pigs

The sun was blistering.  Sweat, mixed with dust, caked my forehead as gnats swarmed in a perpetual frenzy around my face.     It had been a long weekend.     A good weekend to be sure, but I was exhausted.     Carolyn and I had been hunting Tejon Ranch since Friday afternoon.  It was now Sunday, about one in the afternoon and...

Pathologically Law Abiding Blog

Pathologically Law Abiding

The light from the window blinds cast stark shadows across my desk.  I glanced up at the top of my filing cabinets and briefly studied the bottles of whiskies, debating if it was late enough in the afternoon to pour a shot.     No, too early still.  I refocused and went back to studying the 74-page opinion...

Carolyn

Once again, I beg your indulgence.   As a father I do tend to live vicariously through my daughters. Their successes and adventures are my successes and adventures. This is wholly reasonable. It is, in my opinion, one of the many arguments for a Divine Creator. Unlike most animals, we do maintain familial connections with our offspring...

Graduation

Part 1   Four years ago:   I remember this flight. I remember the feelings of excitement, trepidation, and a sense of loss. The similarities back then were palpable. A few years earlier I had traveled with Sandy and Chaney to drop off Carolyn at the University of Oregon. Those same emotions manifested then as well.   Four years ago we...

10 Years

Ten years ago Sandy and I were on a drive to the Bay Area to pick up our daughter from a “summer camp”. Chaney (as had her sister, Carolyn, before her) had been identified by Johns Hopkins University’s Center for Talented Youth as… well… a “talented youth”. They offer a summer academic program for these...

Edward Won Sik Sunu

This last week has been, well… a “week” for my family.   Last Wednesday (as you were hopefully reading the blog), Sandy, Carolyn, Chaney and I, along with Sandy’s extended family, were at Rose Hills Cemetery laying Sandy’s father to rest.   I want to talk about her father, my father-in-law, and the girls’ grandfather, in a bit because...

Saddle Up

Howdy ya’ll!   The United States has always had a love for archetype characters. They serve as national models for emulation. While the histories surrounding these individuals and groups may be a bit sanitized or exaggerated, depending upon the needs of the audience, their ultimate purpose is to serve as guides both for our youth, as well...