I don’t remember when it started.
At some point in the past 55.5 years I started using the phrase “My dad is an engineer” to explain why I am smart. Smart about directions, or math, or figuring out how some random thing worked (I mean my dad could “ri-ri” anything, you know). I can’t tell all the stories here in the first post, it would sort of make the point of keeping a journal pointless.
Unfortunately, on March 29, 2025 I had to switch from saying “my dad is an engineer” to “my dad was an engineer”, because, you see, my dad passed away on that day.