Someday I will write a book chronicling my father’s stories. His adventures, mis-adventures, experiences, triumphs, failures, loves and hatreds and passions will be documented for familial posterity. Everything but adolescence, because no parent shares that chapter with their children.
There will even be one from today. It will be titled Close Encounters of the Odoriferous Kind or maybe The One Creature A Brave Man Fears. I only hope I can do the absurdity of it justice.
No matter how much I love & respect the man, right now, all I can do is fall over in stitches when I look at him. And that feeling should be shared.