An ode to parenting past, activities and actions that may have arched the brow of social services. The at-the-time-somewhat inappropriate behavior that becomes the stuff of legend.
We used to play bartender with Dad. Set up, line up rows of shot glasses filled with beer (poured by our own hands from cans of Red White and Blue). Dad put away a lot of those shot glasses. And looked away when we did.
Wasn’t it a treat when he let us ride in the bed of the truck?
My Dad rocked. Hope he's bowling and drinking greyhounds with Johnny Cash in heaven. Pretty sure it’s heaven.