Daddy's Day.

My father... 4% Bad Ass, 96% Softie.
*******************My Daddy drives with his left arm out the window, always to the same music, The Allman Brothers. He does not like to drive (or do anything) alone. He does spontaneous/curious/questionable things. Like waking his teenage daughters up for impromptu drives, 7 hours to the coast---on a school night. To watch a hurricane roll in. And to later eat diner waffles in his giant t-shirts at 5 in the morning, while the other school kids are sleeping.If it's green and not an olive, he will not eat it. My Daddy eats... apple butter on garlic bread. Salt on watermelons. Whole tomatoes like apples. Banana and Mayo sandwiches. Ice Cream like a child. His fingernails to the quick.

Things my Daddy does not like: Unnecessary work. Shirts less than 15 years old. Heat. Humidity. An empty house. A defenseless turtle on a busy road... 'Losing your house and life in one go just ain't right.'


Things my Daddy thoroughly enjoys: Annoying my mother. Cherry pie. A house full of people. Those same people bragging on his pancake/grits/steak making skills. Building fires to sit by. Anything wherein members of the animal kingdom squabble and make themselves look ridiculous (people included).1 Hot Dog bun split between 30 geese = bit necks and slam dunking = my happy father.
Happy Father's Day to a person who's value to me only grows as the years go by.