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Here's to dads...



 Here's to Dad, who taught me grace under fire. When you're sitting at the kitchen table, havin' some father and son time, and you tweak your son's nose with the needle-nose pliers now and again. Then your son picks up the pliers and just about twists your nose off... all you do is get up, stop the bleeding, and go take a nap.

I knew better than to wake you up, tho...

Here's to our son Andy, a Dad in his own right.



And here's to all my kids... grand or otherwise.


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My Dad was a real piece of work. You would learn 2 things, it made all the difference in the world. They were first, "Do your homework", the second was this, "If you don't embarrass me, I won't embarrass you and we will get along just fine." As time went along, and found yourself with your ears open and really listening. This old man had a profound sense of dry humor. You found yourself laughing were sometimes fighting the laughter as your worst enemy. His sense of humor was higher than most of his contemporaries. I didn't like the homework, but found that it was necessary part of life. But even as a boy, I found myself in an adult world with his profound contemporaries. Even after his death, I was a young man in my 30s and welcomed into my father's world. My father would often say, "As long as we can communicate, with no need for punishment, we are doing just fine." If there were times that he wanted privacy, he had a facial expression and I knew and obeyed. The real  irony of homework was that it became a part of my job and I learned from the best. My father taught first by example and then by precept.
 
 The house goat still seems to be saying "please put me down!"

Happy Father's day John, and to all the Argghhh! denizens.
 
 Dad, many times, would say, "I am stuck on the horns of a dilemma. I don't know whether to put my foot down or up, if I put it up, I'll be an amputee because they'll never get it out.

There were 4 children in the house and dad had no problem with breaking stones, especially the kids stones.

The family on my father's side had the tradition of calling dad, "The Old Man". This was no problem until a well meaning neighbor stuck his nose into it. My father and my grandfather put him in a crossfire discussion. At that time, my grandfather was not exactly a small man. He stood about 7 foot tall. He could throw a basketball like a baseball. He was a Ships' Captain with a sailing ship. Yes, he could tie all of the knots. He even taught the family how to do celestial navigation with a sextant. We even had his old "Barth's Navigation Manual", printied in the miid-1800's.
 
I really like the grin on your Dad. he seems like he'd be the kind of guy you'd like to get on his good side. I feel like I've gotten to know him a little, through you. Thanks.
 
 For an ARMY guy, you are very entertaining. The wonder in me ponders the boys jeans knees. Gotta be handmedowns, or denim abuse.
 My Dad. 6/40 to 10/45 Navy, ended at Okinawa the hot stuff, typhoon before getting home. I miss him
Grandads are cool.
 
I love the t-shirt on the human kid. I have one in the same vein, it just shows muscles, not bones.  The human kid will prolly do OK I betcha, being named after Miles Vorkosigan, and all.  Best wishes for the four-legged one, too.

You do know, Major, that you could probably make a good living playing Santa Claus?