forever young

As I run around the city with radio equipment strapped on and a microphone in my hand, I think of my father.

He studied radio and television at the same univeristy where I study journalism. His voice made him excellent for radio, his ear made him exceptional.

Now a production sound mixer he continues to impress people with his understanding of sound.

And as I run around the city, I pray that some of these things are genetic.

I owe a lot to my father. His sense of calm makes the world seem manageable. The love he's shown me over the years makes me feel like I could take over the world while I'm at it.

The combination of work, school and sleepless nights are getting the best of me. But like him, I will keep going with strength and a smile.


Happy Birthday dad, you are an inspiration, a friend and a great person. I love you.