I got back from my trip to Missoula MT. yesterday afternoon, just in time to staff our indie film party for SIFF at the Baltic Room. My Dad and I raced East on I-90 Friday, and spent two nights with my sister, her son and husband, before taking a more leisurely trip back on the State Routes, past The "Potholes" near Grand Coulee. My Dad turned 82 on Saturday, and the drive through deserts and mountain passes talking with him about his life so far, psychoanalysis and love was deeply rewarding. I can only hope to be half as lucid, active and engaged as he is if I make it to that ripe old age.