i was an admirer of your dad: i couldn’t let him know because he hates admirers — so, he did his thing, i did mine — never patronized him, though i learned many valuable things from him — in his later years (2007-2015.) i became a blogger, largely because of his influence.
one valuable thing i did pick up from your dad, is the outlook that knowledge and information is free and abundant — online. by and large, you need not ask anybody anything… just IGMG. and that knowledge and information, is power. your dad was (in my eyes) peerless, next to none — intelligent, smart, witty, snarky, and quite naturally irreverent — and he had power, over puny, phony minds. but what was wonderful about your dad was that he was not despotic — he was not arrogant and niggardly — but always shared knowledge and information (power) freely.
i get him when he calls you ‘lexie luthor’ (i see it’s how much he adores you.)
he’s also referred to you as ‘hitchcock.’ it’s his unique way of showing how playfully adorable you looked when you were less than a year old. and i guess that because you are your dad’s daughter, when you’re much older, you will understand how crazy your dad was;
and you will discover this for yourself — not who ‘lexie luthor’ is, but who ‘lex luthor’ really is.
your dad and i were schoolmates in ateneo prep school SY 1967-68, when we were 5 or 6 yr olds — little boys in short pants. here’s a very old and faded graduation program from prep: hey, your dad (2nd on the list) was a dancer!
we were classmates in the honors section (i’m sure) in grade 3; then again (i think) in grade 6, (photo below — i’m not sure if he’s the one at the center, the 8th, on the front row;) and also in high school. high school days, he would have told you, were the best times of his life.
when our high school class, 4B1979, would have a reunion later on in our lives, it was a time i would witness 40 year old successful and respectable men, transform, and act like carefree 17 year old teenagers — there was something real about high school that we love to relive over and over again: your dad created the 4B1979 facebook page to keep this high school spirit alive.
your dad and i weren’t close buddies; but we were pals. circumstances didn’t lend themselves for us to have been (naturally) friends. he was from la vista: i was from an obscure place, crisostomo street in sampaloc, manila. he was an english-speaking boy: i only spoke tagalog, and was not very good in english as a school kid. but our paths crossed at ateneo, because we were of the same age and — luckily for me — our IQs were not far from each other’s (placing us often in the same section;) and so somehow… we also connected.
you and i may not meet in person — ever — but in that online bubble, facebook — where i first saw you… your eyes… and became a fan.
love you, gabby. you will always remind me of jim.