Kept putting it off, but felt some kind of inner necessity driving me to make the drive to San Francisco last weekend and see the new Sumatran tiger cub at the zoo out by Ocean Beach. Couldn't put my finger on it, but just knew I had to go and take some pics of Leanne and her new offspring: [/URL][/IMG] Well, parking was at a premium, so I had to park nearly a mile away and walk up to the zoo entrance. I walked and walked all day around the zoo taking pictures, but one thing was entirely absent: no leg pain or sciatica. No knee pain or lower lumbar pain at all. [/URL][/IMG] When I got back home I felt tired but really refreshed. Then, it struck me: When I was a kid, I'd always driven into the zoo with my late father and this was the first time I'd gone there without him by my side. But a strange doubling had taken place. Now I was just like my father with a fancy car and a fancy camera to take pictures with. And girls were now hitting on me the way they'd always flirted with him. I think the reason I didn't have any TMS all day was because I was processing emotional material left over from my childhood and my relationship with my father back when we were both young and not conflicted: Here was the same Lion Fountain where we had walked when I was 5 or 6. The same little steam train I'd loved to ride on when I was a small boy. It was like my visit to the zoo was a journey back in time to heal the division that had grown up between me and my father over the years, a journey back to original innocence when we were both young and he was imagining a great future for me. There was a note of sadness too because when I got back to the old house in Belmont my mother wasn't waiting for us like she used to with a big welcome home meal. I was forced to cook a good one for myself in order to commerate the cycle of events that had transpired. But one thing was certain: I must have walked 4 miles or more that day and there wasn't a hint of sciatica the whole time. Seemed like the entire day was a psychic re-enactment, recovery of old emotions, and a reprocessing that left me fulfilled and healed. I realized my late father had been walking next to me all day. He had his old Nikon 35mm slide camera and I had my new Nikon D90. We weren't fighting the way we always had in the past. No conflict out in public. It was finally the way it should have been all along. Also, got some great shots of the animals too (ones he would have been proud I'd taken): Maybe I had become the kind of urbane San Franciscan my father had always wanted me to be? Confident in public and sure of myself. Hope so!