Summer breeze

No, I am not exactly referring to the song by Seals and Crofts, but actually, to the weather we have now. Dad actually came home yesterday not to spend the holidays with us, but to greet an old from who flew in from Taiwan to attend the wake of another friend's relative. That's my dad, he'll go to extra length for his friends but not his family. I asked him when he's flying out and he said saturday morning. I gave him one of my WTF looks and asked him, WTF? Why not make it Sunday? He gave me one of his lame ass excuses but I was having none of it. I told him, its holiday, there ain't no government offices that will open on black Saturday to accomodate your business so there's really no need to rush back. He came up with another lame ass excuse that he needs to take care of the payroll of the workers. That ticked me off. I told him that's a load of crap and you know it. The workers were already on vacation since yesterday. They have already gotten their week's pay wednesday afternoon. He kept quiet. So did I. But my mind was working at warp speed. Maybe I should quietly take a trip down to his side of town. Have a sneak and peek. Standard recon op. It has been 7 or 8 years since he's been there. His answers and his absence certainly raised a lot of bells in my head. My bullshit meter went into hyperdrive. I always said, never shit a shitter. I gotta plan this op. Keep it under the radar. Amazing! My 30 minute conversation with my dad probably raised more red flags in my brain than a commie passing through JFK international with a loaded weapon...