Love Hurts [11.26.08]

Today I went with my dad to pick up some of our family members at the Harrisburg airport. My dad is one of those people who cannot be late to anything, so we showed up at the terminal approximately fifty minutes earlier than their scheduled arrival. I was in no mood to be bored out of my mind, so I proceeded to search the web on my laptop. However, my dad had different plans for the two of us, and we proceeded toward the escalators. We went up, then down, then up, then...you guessed it...down. The third time up, my dad started taking steps down the escalators. When I asked him what he was doing, he simply responded with a chuckle, "It makes the ride longer." What I did not know was that the rest of our night would be spent bonding in the way that only we can bond. After picking everyone up and driving them home, we came home and turned on the television. He flipped to TCM (Turner Classic Movies) where we watched two black and white movies together. During the intermissions we would joke back and forth with each other. He would brag about how the sixties were the best decade to grow up in, and then he would say "Oh, that's right, you weren't around in '61. You wouldn't know." Of course I would fire back "That's alright, dad. If I were around in '61, I'd be OLD." Then we would laugh. I never realized it, but I have the same sense of humor as my father. In all honesty, I would not trade it for anything, especially because it's a good sense of humor.