My father, brother and I went to a get-together at the home of my dad's friend, Fidel. I enjoyed attempting to resurrect my Spanish and have conversations about politics, life in Korea, etc. with various of Fidel's Salvadorean friends.
Toward the end, a young man named Marlon brought his hand-refurbished electric guitar, and my dad was checking it out. Now, my father is an excellent guitarist and musician, but his genres include folk and bluegrass – in all the time I've known my father (which obviously is from my own childhood) I've never seen him holding an electric guitar. It seemed momentous, portentious, and strange. So I tried to snap a picture.
My dad is at left. To the right are Marlon, owner of the guitar, and Hollye, my brother's girlfriend. Note that the timestamp from my camera is Seoul time – so it's in the future.
[Update 2013-07-02: My father's friend Fidel finally sent me a picture we had had taken earlier this same day while at Macarthur Park in L.A., showing Fidel, my dad, some guy, and me. I think it's a good group portrait so I'll add it to this post.
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