I talk too much, especially when I finally become comfortable around people. More disturbing to me, however, is how more specifically, I talk about my father too much. I’m not exactly sure why I seem to talk about my parent so much more than others talk about their parents, but so it has been since I was a young child. Maybe it’s because we’re so close. Maybe it’s because I admire him in many ways. But probably, it’s because he does stuff that makes for good story telling.
Now would be the spot where I’d include a classic example, but most of them are controversial enough that I’m not sure I want them shared so publicly. And because I do talk about my dad so much, most of you who read this blog have heard the good ones already.
If my father had a hero, it’d be a combination of Clint Eastwood’s character in Gran Torino and Michael Westen. No doubt there’d be quite a range of responses if you asked people what they thought of my dad. But no one would deny that he has been a most excellent father. In tribute to that …
Happy Father’s Day.
