My back took me out of commission for a few days last week. It was stiff and really painful, right near where I had first injured it maybe a decade and a half ago. Bedridden and wallowing in Salonpas wrappers, I had a few thoughts:

1. My father was 34 years old when he wrote this. I'm 35 and the last thing I wrote was an email.

2. God compensates: he lost most of his hair in his early 20's.

3. On the book: while some might argue that the taste in typography was lacking (Arial seems to be in play), it's likely that a Grotesque, or the even better, Helvetica, was used in the earlier versions (where I presume my father had more to do with). Arial was designed in 1982, so the first versions of his book must have been in a different font. Futura? Whoa.

4. The office must have been really quiet. The coffeemaker must be accumulating some serious fungus.

5. Basketball is really boring. Maybe they can raise the rim a foot higher to bring back the layup.

Ran out of time. But there was more.