June 23, 1968
by Amy
“I thought your Dad was cool.”
My Dad is cool. It’s just that, every now and then he remembers that he’s over 30. He’s an adult, and as such, it’s not his life on the line.
It’s not mine either, since I’m not going to be drafted in this lifetime.
I have no evidence that anyone has “gotten to him.” But then again, I haven’t spoken with him. It’s been two days, and I have no idea how to respond.
Do I call him and pretend I haven’t read it? Do I tell him that he’s a fucking asshole?
Dad was viewed as a major ally. But in the end, he’s another “one of them.” I don’t know what happened to change his mind.
I need to find out.
