When We Grow Older

My father wrote the first book authored by a Chinese American male that I can currently recall.  Many more have been written by female Asians or females of Chinese American ethnicity than males I suppose in the rush to give the Asian female American equality within this American society I have begun to know.   Who is to know better than his own son who he helped raise and nurture?    And thus I begin to review my own father's book entitled "Resourceful Chinese".  Joe  Montana the great football quarterback who played for the Forty Niners told me what goes on in his mind when he is under pressure to win and come back from behind with only minutes left in the game sometimes seconds and now maybe somehow someone will let him know what I think as a Chinese American who could never make it to the big leagues not even a dream could get me there.  My father did not profit from this book nor do I make money writing this blog therefore to advertise here would be inappropriate one would think.  This is merely a hobby of mine as was the works of Ann Frank who wrote the book Diary of Ann Frank.  I am not a professional writer but when can someone like my father become a professional writer when he has passed on?  I am here and if  at all possible will see to his dreams that his already published book is met with world wide approval.  The reporters of the news have long since briefed me on the news and I have responded.  As I grow older I have seen the hopes and dreams come alive yet at times too often enough unfulfilled.  For instance the city from which my father spent most of his life when he wrote his book "Resourceful Chinese" namely Oakland the dream in which Martin Luther King spoke about is not happening.