I spent 2 of my last hours at home with my dad, watching an infommercial on a 70's rock & disco music collection until midnight. I've never seen my dad in so much glee - singing along to folksy music about green grass and rivers, love like a milkdew, and other rhythms that I never heard of.

He remembers songs by the time and place in his life he first heard it. "Garfunkel - 1972, house party across the square from my high school in Saigon." "Bee Gees - 1975, walking out of a movie house on Geary and Canning St. San Francisco, grabbing a cafe latte before going to an international party at USF. If you're a great dancer then you can keep up with the Egyptians and Persians."

I noticed my parents' most memorable moments come from their teenage and college years, whether in this country or not. Afterwards, the stories are about struggles and other less colorful situations. Well here I am, irritated and stressed at all the stuff I have to do. I should be grateful for having a hectic, young life.