I’m looking at the old, unused clothesline and remembering hanging up clothes to dry when I was younger. That made me think of when my dad taught me how to make a springed, wooden clothespin into a little gun that could shoot self-striking matches across the room.

And then it occurred to me that people might get mad at you for teaching a young kid how to make burning match guns.

Dad was always great about sharing dangerous knowledge.

So many memorials today. Dad, Laurie, too many friends. I love you all and miss you dearly.

Dad is funny.He played a trick on my sister.He says somthing like “Guess
what?“Ari would say"what?“Dad would say"Chickenbut!”