That’s what my dad told us, my friends and I, when we wandered down to his lab to see what he was working on. He was and is always working on something. At that point, he had a mic set up in the basement and the sound was somehow being transmitted via laser. I kid you not.

When my dad was still in undergrad at Stanford, he and my mom and older brother lived in the married student housing available to families on campus. They were tiny places stacked next to each other. On the occasions that they were invited next door to dinner and my brother needed to sleep, they would walk next door and enjoy the company of their friends safe in the knowledge that they could hear any move my brother would make in his crib because of the one way radio my dad rigged that sat near his crib. It was a baby monitor, you know, like EVERYONE has now, except it was 1963.

I’m sure there are countless other things that I never heard about. I definitely heard about the laser thing, and it’s predecessor, which consisted of point to point microwave communications, upon which he built a company. He and a couple of the other guys even got to go to Reagan’s ranch to set some up as a test.

The point of all of this being, of course, that I am my father’s daughter, and if he can do all these things, I can certainly bend time and pretend that I did not forget to post yesterday today.

I am officially a time traveler.

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