My Father

When you are with my Dad, you can rest assured that you will never be lost, while bumping along in the high mountain ranges.

When fishing with Dad, you are sure to catch large and plentiful amounts of fish.

It never takes him more than a minute to get a fire started (especially when he uses the home barbecue)

He can be seen in the early morning light out doing everything that needs to be done around the house (he never sleeps in).

He hates birds, especially pigeons, would never consider feeding them. For that matter he really hates dogs, and cats as well. He could certainly not be found telling tales of his old dog "Rebel" or "Blue."

OR NOT

So maybe, we get lost, wandering in the woods with Dad. Maybe we get "skunked" more than a few times when out fishing with Dad and maybe he battles the barbecue at times. Maybe he sleeps in (and doesn't get done as much as he could) and maybe there is so much bird seed over the driveway, that it crunches as you walk on it. That's just my dad.

Dad, dear old Dad (;p) what more could I say? He might not be perfect, but we love him anyway.