My dad is a big brick of a guy with a goatee. Today he got roto-rootered because, as he so eloquently put it 'the carburetor works, but the hoses need fixin'. Later, it was found out his carburetor might have not worked too well at least once.
He was always a fabulous artist, but discouraged me from pursuing art growing up, saying there was 'no money in it'. Took me all these years to find out he might be right. Instead, he sold stuff; Kirby vaccuums, appliances, ac units, now mortgages (yep, still works at 76 years young)
He taught me to throw a perfect spiralling football, draw simple things by noticing everything on earth has a shape and made sure my spelling was spot on.
He had a pretty good super8 porn collection, still gets Playboy and sends me dirty jokes in email.
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Don't blame me. I didn't vote for either of'em.
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