(Thanks to Steve Petty, my dad's best friend growing up, for this pictures. We sure got a kick out of them.)
Today my dad turned 50! He opened 50 presents and the biggest one was a trip to Hawaii to see molten lava. He's always wanted to go see that.
Here's the poem I wrote for my dad for one of his presents:
If my father had been told
upon my birth that he was to have all daughters,
he would have asked to see it in writing.
Because my father is polite as a pocket-knife--
a one match fire,
no whip cream,
Shakespeare from the pulpit
kind of guy.
He uses Tabasco sauce like he uses jokes--
in everything, almost to make life less clam-chowder white.
A tome in one hand
and a sling shot in the other,
he adventures through the universe.
Even untraveled roads are familiar to my father,
and although the same cannot be said of me,
I know how to work a compass
because he taught me how.
Other notable things happening around "The House:"
So I have more Chrony stories, but those will come tomorrow.
upon my birth that he was to have all daughters,
he would have asked to see it in writing.
Because my father is polite as a pocket-knife--
a one match fire,
no whip cream,
Shakespeare from the pulpit
kind of guy.
He uses Tabasco sauce like he uses jokes--
in everything, almost to make life less clam-chowder white.
A tome in one hand
and a sling shot in the other,
he adventures through the universe.
Even untraveled roads are familiar to my father,
and although the same cannot be said of me,
I know how to work a compass
because he taught me how.
Other notable things happening around "The House:"
-Meg
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