Thank God for all the great, kind, and caring fathers. My father would talk to a busy signal (way back when we used landlines); He loved to joke and tell stories; He was the coupon king, and the men in his senior men's club made up business cards for him: Al Zobel, Free Unsolicited Advice. He was a super bowler and the best coffee brewer. And IMHO, the best dad ever.
Thanks for your caring, clear words about your dad and the nuturing life you shared. Beautiful words.
My dad was wonderful in many ways. He was a leader in local politics and invited angry voice raising souls to join him to address a problem or find a solution. (It worked always!) Our village was quietly called "Tom's Town" and I was often called "Tommy's boy"--a label I loved. He became paralyzed and spent years learning how to walk again. Never a complaint. He did explain young kids with polio were spirited. And he loved to sing and was a "crooner" at local shows. He served in WWII and in battle. And I explained I would be a medic if drafted in Nam and he thought that was cool. Like him, I have spent the next decades as a community leader--especially now that I have a proud and strong trans daughter. He would say trans folx have courage.
Bless your dad. ❤️
Is your cartoon dad the minister of silly walks, per chance?
That was my first thought, too! It’s one of my favorite Python bits.
YES!
Lovely! 😊
Thank God for all the great, kind, and caring fathers. My father would talk to a busy signal (way back when we used landlines); He loved to joke and tell stories; He was the coupon king, and the men in his senior men's club made up business cards for him: Al Zobel, Free Unsolicited Advice. He was a super bowler and the best coffee brewer. And IMHO, the best dad ever.
HOw great, we are lucky! (by the way, I called you "Kitty" the other day, oops!
Everyone in my household answers to "Kitty" or "Miss Kitty," so no worries. LOL.
That brought a tear to my eye!
:):)
Thanks for your caring, clear words about your dad and the nuturing life you shared. Beautiful words.
My dad was wonderful in many ways. He was a leader in local politics and invited angry voice raising souls to join him to address a problem or find a solution. (It worked always!) Our village was quietly called "Tom's Town" and I was often called "Tommy's boy"--a label I loved. He became paralyzed and spent years learning how to walk again. Never a complaint. He did explain young kids with polio were spirited. And he loved to sing and was a "crooner" at local shows. He served in WWII and in battle. And I explained I would be a medic if drafted in Nam and he thought that was cool. Like him, I have spent the next decades as a community leader--especially now that I have a proud and strong trans daughter. He would say trans folx have courage.
I love hearing these memories, so wonderful. Thank you, bob.
Just really sweet. No wonder you turned out so well!
Thanks!
Nice one.