Tuesday Two
1. What do you call your Father::Dad, Daddy, Pa, Pop, Pops, Father? I call him Poppa or Dad.
2. Tell me one great memory of you and your Father. There really are too many to count when I was younger, not so many as I got older.. But one that sticks in my head the most.. is when I got my first blue ribbon in horse showing.. I thought my dad was gonna freak out, I was just kind of dazed as he did that arm around the shoulder shaking hug thing-lol-
June 10th, 2003 at 6:32 pm
1. Dad
2. once my dad had to keep me for the weekend cause my mom did something out of town. I don’t remember something with FHA (future homemakers of america) and there was a fire call and he took me and I got to hit all the buttons on the fire truck change the tones and such at like 1 am.. and watch someones house burn down.. its not exactly happy for everyone but its about all I can come up with.. YAY
June 11th, 2003 at 9:24 pm
1. Dad in English, Pa in French
2. When I was a young boy, I asked my father, what would I be?
Would I be handsome, would I be rich? Here’s what he said to me….
When I was about 14, I ran my bike up a curb and warped the rim. There was a semi-pro triathlete in our neighbourhood who saw the ‘incident’ and placed my bike on his $6000 aligning stand. One spin of the wheel, and he just shook his head. “You’ll have to replace the rim.”
I moped back home and dropped my bike frustratedly on the garage floor, warping the rim even more. “What’s wrong?” said my dad, who was in there doing somethingorother. I told him about the warped rim, and the aligning stand that couldn’t fix my bike.
“Bullshit,” he mused, and flipped the bike upside-down onto its handlebars. “Pass me that spoke adjuster.” He tweaked maybe 5 or 6 spokes. And spun the wheel. And tweaked 2 more spokes. And the rim was perfect.
I still own that bike.
It’s not a gripping edge-of-your-seat story or anything, but for me, it exemplified the fact that my dad could do -anything-.