It's weird to think of having no father, when he was always such a potent force in my life and then to have no father-in-law when he and I had become such good buddies.
My life is better for having had as much of the two of them to enjoy as I did.
Here are some funny things about my pop, in no particular order:
- When I was in college, he let himself into my house in order to leave a birthday cake in the refrigerator for me. Luckily he didn't run into my roomate, who liked to wander around the house in only boxers
- He would put funny dad-like stuff in my Christmas stocking, like squeegees and copies of the National Enquirer
- When he tried to fix things (my bike, my car) he would invariably break them
- He would write his greetings on post-its so I could reuse the card
- He decided that I had a thing for John Wayne, so he bought he a huge, shrink-wrapped poster of him and put a post-it on it that said "Love, Duke". I kept it for years
- He taught me how to can apricots
- When I wanted to fly a kite, he attached it to fishing line and had me fly it from a fishing rod. Ingenious, but mortifying
- He bought me a push lawn mower for my 16th birthday
- A guy outside my apartment tried to sell him a silk dress and the Encyclopedia Britannica from a shopping cart, and he thought it was funny instead of insisting I move home