Happy Birthday

Bruce Berg is my father. It's his birthday today.

I think every oldest son spends a good chunk of his life trying not to be his father. I know I spent a lot of time and energy in my teens and twenties trying to be anything but a high school English teacher, even as I knew that my Dad was the best teacher I ever had, or met. I fully expect my son to be the same.

It was a big conundrum for me, at one point; how do you show someone you love them when you're working so very hard trying not to be them?

Eventually I realized that I am a lot like Dad, anyway - I inherited my writing gene from him, certainly; I remember my father at my age, tapping away on his old typewriter at about the same times of day I find myself doing this blog today. And it turns out that his second "career" - writing columns for central North Dakota newspapers, doing editorials for North Dakota Public Radio - started at about the same time in his life that my blog and the Northern Alliance Radio Network started for me.

Anyway - happy birthday, Dad! And yes, I know - I could take up teaching, still...