Actually I do enjoy reading, that may have caught some of you by surprise but it's true! I don't just look at the pictures!
One of my hero's, along with my mom, dad Yvette and the Lone Ranger, has always been the 40th president, Ronald Reagan. For fathers day, Yvette and the kids bought me "The Reagan Diaries". I had heard a quote from the book a few weeks ago and thought it was interesting. When I started reading the book, I couldn't put it down. It's all his own words on the challenges that he faced and his personal thoughts on them. There are also many notes about his family and of course Nancy. What a love he had for this woman! His thoughts on the assassination attempt, his relationship with God, and how much me hated Mondays! Ever wonder how he felt about Jimmy Carter? Let's just say...well read the book!
Friday, June 15, 2007
My dad was a great guy! I know people hear that all the time, but my dad truly was. Not only was he accepted by my pals as "one of the guys" he also did a terrific job of walking the line of being a father, and a buddy. My dad was about 10 years older than most of my friends dads, (he once said he forgot to go to the drug store that day!)but he was always the guy to go out and play with us. He served in WWII in the navy. I once told a school friend that my dad was in WWII and he said "Oh yeah? well my dad was in world war one!!" Took me a few years to figure out that it was a lie! My dad and I had the same since of humor, once calling my mom and telling her that we got in trouble and were in jail! She fell for it! My dad once short sheeted my bed, starting a month of "one uppers" we pulled on each other. I painted his finger nails pink, he didn't notice until he was at work! He got me back by telling me, with a totally straight face, that the girl I was drooling over had called but he lost her phone number! When I called her back, I found out that she had NOT called and wasn't interested in talking to me! . Every girl that I knew, loved my dad. There were times that a girl would come by to see me and I'd be out, so they would stay and talk with my dad! When I tried out for football when I was 12, the coach put me at nose tackle knowing that I'd get pummeled. I did but I wouldn't quit because my dad was there watching. I took a beating, but it hurt my dad much more, something I never realized until I became a dad. By the way, I didn't make the team, but I did make the Babe Ruth team. My dad was so proud that he wrote me a letter telling me how proud of me he was. That doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was to me. Every summer, he and I would go to, at least, one movie. In 1985, we went in late Sept to see Back To The Future. We both loved it and I remember the drive home talking about how weird it would be if I was to go back in time and meet him at 17 years old! We had a great time that day. I lost him just three weeks later, but again he and I were together. My dad loved my sisters with all his heart, but he and I were pals. I miss him every time there's a Raider game on, or when ever I see boxing on TV. He loved that sport!
So here's to all the dads out there, and to my dad!
Sure is nice out tonight...