Don't read this if you're in a good mood.

A old friend of mines father passed away this past week. It's odd, I was actually wondering if that had happened a week or so ago. That may seem morbid, but when I met the man in college, he was in his early 90's.

So I've been thinking what an incredible life he had. This guy saw so much of the world, and the events that shaped it. He was born in Hungary and started his life as a musician (which his son is as well), then after coming to the United States just before a Revolution, he learned to fly airplanes and changed his life completely, eventually becoming a research scientist at NASA. Yeah, NASA - the guy became a rocket scientist.

Once in college, my friend was the sound designer for a show I was doing, and when my parents came up to the see the show - we all went to my friends house for...well goulash, of course...and my mom spoke with his father for hours about the Hubble Telescope - which at the time had a reputation for not working. He explained why it didn't work, and that it was working - and how amazing it was.

The Sayko family we're so very kind to me, like a second family while I was away. It seems that my brother and I are like that - he has an extended Greek family. Plus I know some really cool Hungarian curse words, that you might have heard me uter during A Bright Room Called Day. I thought of the Sayko's a lot during that time and they are in my thoughts now. Arpad and Ana, he was one of a kind and I count myself privileged to know your father and husband.

In other news, this country has gone completely to shit and is filled with feckless cowards that wouldn't recognize the constitution if I was giving them a thousand liberating paper cuts on their neck with it an hour. Just get ride of these criminals so we can get about the business of electing some new ones.