Step One
When I was young, very young
I used to sneak into my dad's glove box before a camping trip.
I'd grab his little stash of those little 3 X 5 cards and teach myself to read-
on those tiny little perfect letters that my Dad always reserved for his lists.
It's one of the few things about him that became a trait of mine as well.
...not that I've made many lists.
Today I opened an old notebook and there they were,
those crisp cardboard symbols of organization.
So,
I folded one in half, and I made a list.
Step one...
I used to sneak into my dad's glove box before a camping trip.
I'd grab his little stash of those little 3 X 5 cards and teach myself to read-
on those tiny little perfect letters that my Dad always reserved for his lists.
It's one of the few things about him that became a trait of mine as well.
...not that I've made many lists.
Today I opened an old notebook and there they were,
those crisp cardboard symbols of organization.
So,
I folded one in half, and I made a list.
Step one...