June 17, 2005
Happy Father's Day
Ah, what a crazy time of year. It's Father's Day! Now I'm not one to get all teary-eyed unless it's about dogs, cats, or sports. And possibly food. But my dad is awesome.
He's a quirky fellow. He would never let the entire family fly on the same airplane, in case there was an accident. He wanted some of us to survive, though I always figured the guilt would be sickly overwhelming. But it was perfectly acceptable for us to pack into a station wagon, along with our human-sized dog Stanley, and drive nearly a thousand miles to Georgia.
But safety was his thing: he was completely against the idea of riding my bike anywhere. Admittedly, I never really liked bicycling anyway, but when he got all worked up about it, that was the end of it for me. The reason I'm telling this story is because he recently told me that when he was 16 or 17, he'd take his little brothers on bicycle trips halfway to Rochester - 50 or 60 miles away! And, you know, *I* couldn't even go to the River Valley Mall.
Then there was the pond. We have this pond at the house, which is always full of ducks and geese and other interesting fauna. I used to want to swim in it. Dad said no. I pouted, and probably never went into the pond. And then, my mom told me that whenever we weren't around to see, he would jump in the pond and swim! Wtf?
So, I've found you out, my friend. But I'll let it slide.
Posted by oz115 at June 17, 2005 06:59 AM