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So yesterday Tom and I spent some time driving on freeways and in the mountains. It was good father/son bonding time, as we had a couple hours together with nothing else to distract us other than the open road. He did great, absolutely no problems or concerns about his driving by me. I pointed out how differently the car handles at speed, that driving – especially freeway driving – is like a dance, everyone moving in step, taking turns. We drove up Parmalee Gulch through Evergreen to a little country cafe I found on one of my motorcycle rides in the hills. Turns out there were two Ferraris and a new BMW parked outside, very cool. His eyes lit up a bit when he saw them, too.

Since he wanted a lazy Sunday, and I had no concerns about his abilities, we headed back home through Morrison and 470. Giving him some more “real” freeway driving experience. No problemo whatsoever.

After I dropped him off I was hanging out and my dad called me. He said the golf tournament that was on looked amazing on his 4K tv (4x HD resolution) and asked if I’d like to come over and watch. Turns out we both like looking at beautiful, green, groomed courses in the middle of winter, so I went over and got a few hours’ one-on-one time with Dad. The 4K resolution create simply an amazing picture, unbelievable level of detail. We talked about having a viewing party for The Masters in April, which was the first HD broadcast I saw years ago when I bought my HDTV. Simply gorgeous to look at – and The Masters has tons of azaleas all around the course, which are in bloom during the tournament.

It’s another 60 degree and sunny day here in Colorado – our fourth in a row. I’ve been seeing friends’ posts about the snow in Boston and the east coast, and it’s days like today that really make me appreciate winters in Colorado. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen so much snow, and I don’t envy their situations one bit. I was born in Syracuse, New York, and lived the first part of my life in a little town called Minetto, just south of Lake Ontario. We’d get huge lake effects during the winter, and averaged over 300 inches of snow a year there. One of my earliest memories is of my dad having to shovel through drifts that covered the back door, and snow drifts that went up to the porch roof. Deb and I would take turns sliding down the roof and the drift, and I used to dig snow forts all over the place. It was a lot of fun as a kid, but not so much as an adult, when you actually have to shovel things out of necessity rather than play.