As far as I can tell, my dad spends most of his days online on his laptop reading Taiwanese newspaper websites. Dad is the ultimate news junkie. There are piles and piles of old papers stacked neck high in the garage. There are few things he loves more than Taiwan and the news. Taiwanese newspapers are the ultimate combo for Dad.
Anyway, I was at my parents’ home this weekend in Orange County, visiting family for Chinese New Year (Happy Year of the Sheep/Ram/Goat) and was just waking up when I heard my dad leave the garage and head into the living room to turn on the TV… LOUD. I could not hear what was on TV, except that it was (surprise) the news.
I got my butt out of bed, brushed my teeth and went into the living room to see what earth-shaking news had occured for my dad to get off the internet and watch it on TV. It was then that my dad told me that the space shuttle Columbia had blown up. I was shocked and horrified.
What I am going to tell you next is not meant at all to trivialize this tragedy, but rather to share with you what I have to go through with my Dad being my dad.
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