where is your dad right now and what is he up to?
there's something about "dad" that's just.....I don't know......magical. When I was a boy, I would get up, go to school, come home, have a bowl of cereal, watch reruns of Gilligan's Island on Channel 20, and at 6:00pm, "dad" would come through the front door. It was, without a doubt, the most exciting part of my day. "Dad" rarely played with us, he wasn't much for conversation, and he couldn't cook like mom could, but he was always there, everyday, at 6:00pm. I never knew what "Dad" did for a living.......never understood it, really.....all I knew was that "Dad" wore a suit and tie everyday, always smelled like aftershave, and went downtown every morning to do "Dad" stuff. "Dad" was never "there" for us the way mom was......but "being there" was never really "Dad's" job. "Dad" was like a rock. You could always depend on him to be there. I know "Dad" was in the Vietnam. He almost never talked about it, but I often would try to picture "Dad" marching through the jungle, with a rifle in his hands.......I could never envision it, though. Somehow, "Dad" just seemed like too much of a "Dad" to be an army man, like one of my little green army men that I played with. But, that was "Dad". "Dad" did stuff that all "Dads" have to do.........he was a rock..........that was "Dad".
tell me about YOUR "Dad".
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