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It’s Early June, So It Must Be Time for High School Graduations

Editor’s Notebook , Thomas York

My 17-year-old son graduates from high school this week. And in less than three months, he’ll be settling into his first year of college.

This milestone comes with no small amount of sadness, but with a great deal of relief, on my part. (Well, maybe not that much relief as I start to pay for college.)

Time passes so quickly, and so uninterruptedly.

Someone once said that the reason why we have kids is so we can better measure the passing of time. Having experienced the phenomenon of kid-raising, I can say there’s a lot of truth to that observation.

It doesn’t seem all that long ago that Tommy preferred to get out of his stroller and push it himself rather than sit in it when we wheeled around the stores at the mall.

As a toddler, he was a bundle of energy that wouldn’t sit still unless he was asleep in his bed.

It seems like only yesterday that he was trying his best to figure out how to kick his first goal in soccer, or staggering out of the lakefront at summer camp after swimming a mile.

And wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that he started high school?

My advice to parents of kids of any age is to do what you want to do with your kids.

There are certain things I vowed I’d do with my kid, and now it’s too late. The opportunity is over.

I did a lot, but I wish I could have done more.

Don’t wait. If not now, when?

But that says more about me than my kid. He has a different view of growing up.

His attitude is let’s get on with the show. He can’t wait to take the next step, which is as it should be when one is betwixt and between in that first moment of life after high school , not quite an adult, but no longer a kid.

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As many of our readers know, high-profile restaurateur and civic leader Tom Fat passed away last month at age 66 after a bout with cancer.

His famous restaurant located between Little Italy and Harbor Driver near Lindbergh Field is something of a landmark with its pastel hues. (At night, those bright pink neon lights are glaringly visible immediately below from the left side of passenger jets as they coming roaring down on final approach.)

I first met Tom last fall at a gathering of the Tom Club, a collection of men (and a few women) involved in commerce or government or retirement who just happen to have the first name Tom.

Ironically, the meeting was held at his restaurant, and he was the host.

Tom welcomed me, a recent arrival to San Diego, with a sturdy handshake, and made sure I had food on my plate and a Diet Coke, my favorite liquid refreshment, in my hand.

Unfortunately, our first meeting was our last. I didn’t get that chance to get to know him better as I settled into my new chair here at the San Diego Business Journal.

There are many ways to measure the life of a man, especially a larger-than-life guy like Tom Fat.

But the fact that hundreds of citizens, some important, some not, but all who call themselves friends, showed up at his memorial service last week was the truest measure of Tom Fat and what he meant to the community. His impact on the business, as well as the political and social fabric, was undeniable.

It’s obvious that he was a man who meant a lot to so many in so many ways, a monument that is much more lasting than any gravestone.

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This week marks my first anniversary with the Business Journal, and my return to journalism after a lengthy absence in the field of public relations.

It’s been an interesting and challenging year, and I am eager to see what the second year has in store.

We measure time here on a weekly basis, issue to issue. So, now I can say I have 52 issues plus one under my belt.

A well-worn proverb says, “May you live in interesting times.”

Interesting times, indeed.

I just feel like I am getting my feet on the ground.

Thomas York is editor of the San Diego Business Journal.


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