UPDATE: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPS… this was meant for my personal blog. But it’s here now, and rather than deleting it, I hope you all had a happy 8/8, even if you don’t celebrate “Ba-Ba Day.” (Please file this under “Joz sucks” or just “FAIL.” Sorry, Ernie!)
8/8 (Eight-Eight in Mandarin is pronounced “ba-ba.” Father in Mandarin is also pronounced “ba-ba”) is Father’s Day in Taiwan. Even though we refer to him as “Dad” in English, 95% of the time, we called him “Ba-Ba.” Usually, my Dad would be in Taiwan at this time of year, so I would have to remember to call him on 8/7 so I could wish him a happy Ba-Ba Day on the right day.
Happy Ba-Ba Day, Dad.
We miss you.
I originally couldn’t remember where this picture was taken. I knew that it was taken on October 7, 2004, and thanks to my blog, I was able to go back figure out the context of this photo. I think this was taken in Rowland Heights, just before my Dad was going to get on to a shuttle bus that would have taken him to LAX to board a flight back to Taiwan.
