My dad called me at 7:00 o'clock this morning, just to talk, and see how our gig went on Sunday. He's nice like that.

He also went on about his new hobby: oil painting. He paints abstracts, and they are very good. He's always been a good photographer, but somehow, I never thought that talent would cross over to the more expressive arts.

Like me (he being the tree, and I the apple...or nut), when he gets into something, he gets completely obsessive about it.