the 12th of something, 1979 (where the curls come from)
Written on June 15, 2008
i was born three months early, on a day that happened to be my grandmother’s birthday and my parents wedding anniversary. my mother always said i was an anniversary gift to my father. now, almost thirty five years later, i still have my father’s curls, his stubbornness and a mere fraction of his perfectly realized aesthetic. happy father’s day, dad. love you.
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that’s funny! my parent’s got married on my paternal grandmother’s birthday too. what’s up with that?
parent’s -> parents d’oh!
hey, russ. i’m not sure if that was entirely intentional, you’d have to ask them. as i understand it, my parents decided on a thursday to get married the following saturday. there were seven people at the wedding. some things just happen to fall on days you can’t predict.
Max Gerber, I know I’m the luckiest guy on earth to have you as my son…who you are and everything you do is filled with surprise, originality and a generosity of spirit and I’m in awe of how you translate all of who you are through your amazing artistry. I know you’re thinking that I’m your dad and I’m having one of my emotional rambling moments and maybe I am, but my appreciation for you is emotional and thrilling all at the same time…and I love you….