Thursday, June 01, 2006

Strainer

We always laugh at his suggestions and at how he picks them out by the way they walk or pray or smile. Or maybe the length of their beards - not painted on. He makes me laugh more than anyone else I think. Because he says what he intends while others coat their mediocre words with sweetness.

So now categories are formed and people are documented and narrowed down. Too much, maybe. But that's how it rolls. And not very many are good enough. He really makes me wonder. My dad, the strainer.