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Greg

March 5, 1996





I met my father for lunch today.

He told me to meet him in the park. I sat on a bench next to the playground and watched the children play on the swings, climb the monkey bars, and go head first down the slide-- all while parents kept an eagle-eye on their precious children.

There were a few fathers who seemed to fit the bill of weekend dads. Putting a whole week, month , or how ever long it had been of togetherness and cramming it into twelve hours. Then, dropping them off at home with a quick kiss and a "See you next time."

Was that what my dad had in mind? Spend a 'nice' lunch in the park and then it's off for another twenty years? A "you've grown into such a fine young man," then "here's a birthday present for you" and finally a "my, look at the time. I really must go now. I'll give you a call" lunch.

I checked my watch. It read 12:45.

I looked around for my father. Had he chickened out? Was this his idea of a joke? Get his son all worked up to be in his life again and then not show up. Ha ha ha. Very funny dad.

Then I thought I saw him.

He was an older man, walking towards the swings.

I wanted to stand up and shout "Dad. Dad. Over here. It's me."

Then my heart sank.

A boy of about ten ran up to him. The man pulled out his wallet and gave the boy a few dollars.

I got up and headed to my car.

I was pissed.

I was unlocking my car door.

"Greg?"

I turned around.

It was the older man I had seen.

"Yes?"

"I'm your father."

Then the ten year old boy ran up holding an ice-cream cone. "Dad."

My father pointed to the boy. "Max, this is your older brother, Greg."

*****

"More wine?" asks Steve.

"That would wonderful, kind sir."

He refills my glass.

I have no idea what's going on.

All I know is when I got home-- he had this whole candle light dinner waiting for me.

I do like surprises.

He then hands me an envelope across the table. I open it, finding an airline ticket to San Francisco for my birthday.

He says he has to go on an earlier flight but when I get there he'll have a limo ready to take us to the best restaurant in the city.

"And that's only the beginning." Steve announces.




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