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GPOYW, (Almost) Father’s Day Edition, Kapadokya I know we’ve got 72 hours before the big day. But since it’s Wednesday, and my Dad just visited me in Turkey, I thought: this evening, the 15th of the month, is the time. Not only did my Dad fly out to Istanbul to visit us, he sandwiched the trip between two ventures to China. Shanghai to San Diego to Istanbul to Ankara to Kapadokya to Ankara to San Diego to Shanghai in a trio of weeks. The endurance, generosity, and, yes, the possible traces of craziness: all my Dad. You’ll notice in this photo that I can barely keep my eyes open, having woken up for our balloon ride at 5am (a very Tragos-unacceptable hour). You’ll also notice that my Dad, despite the travel, and despite the jet lag, and despite the birthdate in the mid-1940s, looks like he just arrived at brunch after a shower and a hot cup of coffee. He’s a remarkable fellow, if I don’t say so myself. The evidence: His is a spirit that rivals most everyone for generosity, and all without any of the usual accompanying treacle He’s done hundreds of triathlons and dozens of Ironman triathlons (maybe 10 or so in Honolulu). He does marathons like most people do morning walks. He’s survived three horrific bike crashes and a scuba diving accident that had him life flighted across the Pacific. All without complaint. He’s funny as hell. He packs more meaning into fewer words (in person and on the page) than you would think possible. He’s got an intellect that makes debating politics a lively challenge (trust me: I know). But he also has and maintains a mind vibrantly open to new perspectives and ideas. He’s a remarkable father. Any challenges I’ve taken on in life, I owe to his influence. Any challenges I’ve surmounted, I owe to his influence. Any challenges I’ve flubbed or fled, I owe entirely to myself. Last summer, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. If you have a moment and a dollar or two, I know he and anyone else with a similar diagnosis would appreciate a donation. Happy Father’s Day, Father Tragos!

GPOYW, (Almost) Father’s Day Edition, Kapadokya

I know we’ve got 72 hours before the big day. But since it’s Wednesday, and my Dad just visited me in Turkey, I thought: this evening, the 15th of the month, is the time.

Not only did my Dad fly out to Istanbul to visit us, he sandwiched the trip between two ventures to China. Shanghai to San Diego to Istanbul to Ankara to Kapadokya to Ankara to San Diego to Shanghai in a trio of weeks. The endurance, generosity, and, yes, the possible traces of craziness: all my Dad.

You’ll notice in this photo that I can barely keep my eyes open, having woken up for our balloon ride at 5am (a very Tragos-unacceptable hour). You’ll also notice that my Dad, despite the travel, and despite the jet lag, and despite the birthdate in the mid-1940s, looks like he just arrived at brunch after a shower and a hot cup of coffee.

He’s a remarkable fellow, if I don’t say so myself. The evidence:

  • His is a spirit that rivals most everyone for generosity, and all without any of the usual accompanying treacle
  • He’s done hundreds of triathlons and dozens of Ironman triathlons (maybe 10 or so in Honolulu). He does marathons like most people do morning walks.
  • He’s survived three horrific bike crashes and a scuba diving accident that had him life flighted across the Pacific. All without complaint.
  • He’s funny as hell.
  • He packs more meaning into fewer words (in person and on the page) than you would think possible.
  • He’s got an intellect that makes debating politics a lively challenge (trust me: I know). But he also has and maintains a mind vibrantly open to new perspectives and ideas.
  • He’s a remarkable father. Any challenges I’ve taken on in life, I owe to his influence. Any challenges I’ve surmounted, I owe to his influence. Any challenges I’ve flubbed or fled, I owe entirely to myself.

Last summer, he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. If you have a moment and a dollar or two, I know he and anyone else with a similar diagnosis would appreciate a donation.

Happy Father’s Day, Father Tragos!