Once again my mind started drifting. I learned early on my Dad was no saint and far from a devil either. Most of the stories he told of his past where where he was the valiant hero. However from hints and other family members, I also know my Dad was more of a rebel in his youth than I ever was and apparently in trouble with the police as a teenager fairly often.
Despite what he may have been like as a kid, I also know him as a person who would go out of his way to help a complete stranger with even the most trivial of problems. Someone who was a "jack of all trades, master of none" as the saying goes. Dad knew a little bit of a lot of things. He loved reading science magazines that he obviously didn't completely understand.
He was a master when it came to machinery though. If it was mechanical, he could study a broken device he was unfamiliar with for an hour to a week (depending on how complex it was), then would be able to fix it within 5 minutes to a half hour. He especially loved working on mechanical clocks of all kinds and sizes and jewelry making too.
He also had a fascination with brass plating peanuts at one time that he couldn't adequately explain at least to me. I'm sure it started as just an experiment to practice brass plating, but given the hundreds of peanuts he plated with brass, it went far beyond a practice exercise.
Ah, that's enough of my boring ya'll with memories of my Dad.
No promise given I'm still not even out of the intro, but I'll try to keep Dad's ghost down in this journal while reading this book on fathers.
As for poker, nothing really to brag about other than finding limit holdem much easier to make a steady winning at. Jumped up to the .05/.10 limit today. Basically, no big wins no big losses; just a steady supply of little wins that outnumber the little loses.