Today, I celebrated another father’s day with my dad. He is probably the hardest-working man that I know (even to this day). And, even though he was more stubborn than a German Sheppard in a sausage factory, he always did (and continues to do) things that are in the best interests of his family.
My father helped develop my sense of humor and appreciation for comedy at a very young age – I remember many a weekend watching Laurel and Hardy, The Three Stooges, and Abbott and Costello with my Pop. Any night that Benny Hill or the Muppets were on, I was sure to get a seat next to dad and giggle at the goofiness.
My appreciation for sports was also encouraged by my dad at a very young age. He took me to countless Phillies and Flyers games as a youngster, and even drove me to the Meadowlands to see Pele play – one of the greatest sports highlights I ever witnessed. I never became the great soccer player my dad was, and even though he sometimes got frustrated at my play, in the end, he was happy with me just enjoying the game.
One thing I can’t understand, though. My dad is a technical genius. He can put things together in no time. He can build just about anything he can put his mind to. Heck, he once made a television from scratch. I have trouble replacing light bulbs. For some reason, I never picked up that technical “Green Thumb” that my dad has. But, thankfully, he is willing to come over and help me with any and all projects I have with my house. Maybe God deliberately made me technically illiterate just so dad and I can spend more time together.
Happy Father’s Day, dad.
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