The other night, I told my parents my travel plans for California to go to DEMO and then GDC.
“When you’re driving out from LA to Palm Springs,” my dad said, “and you look out the window and see how green everything is, remember that your dad irrigated that desert.”
“You know, Dad,” I said, “when I was growing up, every time you referred to dropping out of an Ivy League college and digging ditches, I thought it was a metaphor.”
