Meridian, Idaho

While staying with and visiting my dad last week, a couple of secrets came out.

He had a legal appointment where he had to sign dozens of papers.

As I watched him sign his John Hancock over and over again, I remembered all of the times I forged his signature during high school.

I confessed and told Dad and the lawyer about it. “This brings back lots of memories of signing your name on fake absence notes whenever I cut school.”

He laughed and said that he’d never had a clue. Luckily, I never got caught being truant.

Melissa, the lawyer, laughed as well and said that no one had ever admitted that in her office before.

She then asked me if I had anything else to confess.

I said that after telling Dad that I had smoked marijuana last fall while traveling in Colorado I think that confessing two things was enough for this visit.

Dad will be 95 in a couple of months and I don’t want to shock him too much… 🙂