Not ready to write yet, but someday soon will again. Right now we mourn.
The dream always starts the same, it’s a cold winter day and we are waiting in line to get on a new roller coaster ride, but unlike other rides no one in the line looks very excited. I look down at my daughters, they are confused and squeezed between to me and their mother. The weather has a wind that freezes your bones. I look at the people waiting in line with us. An older Asian lady with kind eyes, a bearded nurse who keeps smiling , single mom with two little boys, couple with a beautiful baby boy, a surgeon still in his medical scrubs and his wife, another family with kids, and on and on and on…… Continue reading
If you ask any my friends they know I am not a sports fanatic, I look at professional sports as a form of entertainment. Following professional sports can be very stressful and I have plenty of that in my life as it is. Don’t get me wrong, I do like to watch some games with my friends and I will cheer along with them, but I’m usually not vested in the results. This all changed September of 2014 when I decided to be a Chicago Cubs fan. Continue reading
From: Arash Golbon [mailto:agolbon@XXXXX]
Sent: Sunday, August 16, 2015 4:14 PM
To: XXXX, Leonard
Subject: Thank you-Hamburg Germany 1986
Dear Professor XXXX,
I do not expect you to remember me, after all it has been almost 30 years. A very cold day in March of 1986 in Hamburg. That day a father and his son walked in to your consulate with very little optimism. We had just left Iran in hopes of getting a student visa to California. For me as a fourteen year old kid there were two choices, go to California to live with my aunt or go back to Iran and face possible death as in those days kid solders were used as a disposable commodity to clear minefields.