April 11th, 1985 7:32 P.M. Thursday

Dealing with Dad

Dad is not too pleased with my earring. Today he asked me what it would take to get me to remove it and let my ear heal up.

I said, "A hundred dollars."

He said, "Okay."

Hmm.

I said, "You aren't serious."

But he said he was.

So I told him to forget it.

It's not the money -- I'd love $100. But it's the principle of the thing, as they say. Still, how principled am I? Would I do it for a $1000?

Probably.