We have some things in common. Dad was always “dropping by the university for just a few minutes,” at least an hour, of course, after we had gone out on a family outing to one of the amazing art-deco movie theatres in downtown Houston, incredibly ornate and originally for vaudeville (and victims of “progress”). The original James Coney Island after. The last thing we wanted to do after that was stop at the school. I spent summers building lab equipment, while he told me I should get into his field instead of what I wanted to do - teaching history at a high school or college, while writing the “great American SF novel.” Nope, he sucked me in. I changed my major and ended up miserable working for various tech firms. At least I’m happily retired now with a great woman and 2 outstanding grown children, both doing exactly what they want to do with their careers. We saw to that. Clearly, I’m older than you, but life often deals the strangest outcomes, regardless of how long you’ve been around, and it can be what you least expected when you were young.
