Today’s My Father’s Birthday

And it's the first one we've had without him here. I remember so much about my father every day. Today is special, though.
The first story is about my father, his friend and my brother. It was the summer of 1966 and my mother and I were abroad, my brother had just graduated high school. One afternoon, Daddy and his friend started talking about great food, and one thing led to another, and the upshot was that they all took a road trip to Miami for scrambled eggs with kosher salami at Pumpernick's up on 63rd and Collins.

Except, remember that this was 1966, and a 100-plus mile road trip for scrambled eggs was hardly a thing to be embarked upon on a whim. But that's just what they did.

When I came home from Europe and heard that story, I would have given it all up for having been able to be home for that. What a lark it must have been. Mr. Rickmann and my old man gassing away in the front seat, and smoking nasty pipes or cigars. I don't know what they drove, I imagine it was Daddy's '53 two-tone Chevy. Powder blue on the bottom and white on top. Sigh.

And then there's the one about the time Daddy was at a party and calmly swallowed a tablespoon of Tabasco Sauce on a five buck bet. Didn't turn a hair, either.

Of course there are the other stories, too. The ones that are too personal even for me to relate. The ones that make me cry and miss the old fart so much. There is nothing in the world, I always told my male college friends as they became fathers to daughters, as deep and as pure and as everlasting as a little girl's love of a good father: they will worship the water you walk on until the day that they die. Don't fuck it up.

My father didn't.
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(2) Comments
#1. Posted by Miss Bliss on March 09, 2005

Amen and hand to God!  I have said much the same to friends of mine as they have become fathers to daughters…including the “don’t fuck it up” part!

I too have been blessed with a good quality father and am grateful for every day with him.

Blessings on you and yours on this day of memories.

#2. Posted by Becca on March 11, 2005

You are truly blessed to have such wonderfully fond memories of your father.  And what excellent advice to your male friends re: fatherhood—it’s the damn truth!  My dad (and mom) fucked it up, and I’m okay with that—but I do find it incredibly heartening to know that great parents *do* actually exist.  You’re a lucky lady, Miz Shoes!

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