Happy Father's Day

Here is my dad, back in the day...photo doesn't say, but I think he was in his teens here.    He was a character. When he wasn't being a joker, he was running movies, playing guitar or working at the Texaco.
He put the fun in family; my Mom was the sensible one.  He was the crazy one, let's go do this or that....
If life was dull, which wasn't often, he would BBQ in February, belly dance at my preteen sleep overs,embarrassing  the daylights out of me, or he would play his music real loud and threaten to blow up my favorite radio station..he was joking.  He loved to have a house full of people. He would show up at midnight, calling my Mom before he was out of work, telling her to have a few friends over and bring home a pizza, the size of a wagon wheel.   He would call himself "Jack of All Trades and Master of None!"  It wasn't true, he could sell ice to Eskimo.  I remember his first motorcycle, it was a BSA; His last bike was the Honda Goldwing 1,000...beautiful bike.   I remember he was the one who could tell the jokes, lots of wit, but everyone once in awhile my Mom would get one in on him.  They had company, and the bike came up.   I can hear him say," it is a BSA."   One friend said, "What does that stand for?"  My Mom pipes in real loud,  "I know, bull shit artist".    She could snap him to, every once in awhile ;-D.   My Dad's birthday was yesterday, some years, his birthday would fall on Father's Day(sometimes mine falls on Mother's Day).   It was extra special when it did.  My Mom n' brother are both born in September; It was fun, when had this in common.

He had a passion for living, people, cars, movies, music and photography.(and motorcycles and boating, etc)

                                       Here is the projector he learned to run at the Colonial Theatre~

 The theatre where my parents met back in 1955-56.  

My Dad is driving; He honestly, made my Mom take her shoes off, when he bought his red n' white Chevy Bellaire.  He was a perfectionist, it was spotless...  So, where his motorcycles.  Thanks Dad for all the wonderful memories of the lake, boating, the theatre, the late nights of silliness and being YOU!  He died in
1980, at 45.


Today, my kids are honoring their Dad;this is how his day began, fishing at 5am.  He listened to me and used the bait I suggested, Senko black n' blue ones.  I told him to get them, last time he went to Bass Pro.  I am not great at fishing, but I know what color to get.  He called me from his cell phone in Texas, he was on Lake Fork, to tell me the color I chose light blue, was working real well.  They weren't catching anything and then he remembered what I said.  He said, these really work; you were right.
I told him orange, recently... He doesn't have orange ones, yet.     His friends call me and ask me what colors to use.  Now, you think I'm a BSA~   ;-D

I didn't take this pic, He went out with some friends, this morning; I am still fighting a cold.  This was emailed to me(I take better pics).   tee,hee

Happy Father's Day Don, we will let you be a lounge lizard, you can have full control of the remote, I'll make your favorite dinner, the day is yours~XOX