In honor of Father’s Day, here’s to you Dad!
Unlike The Incredible Hulk who changed immediately, one of my greatest fears is that fate will sneak up on me and I’ll undergo a slow and painstaking transition into a heightened version of my father. Some people might think this is a compliment, but I’m not sure the world is ready for another one like him. To know my father is to laugh because he is crazy and hysterical (even if it is at and not with him), but for people that don’t know my father, let me explain.
To say that my father is one-of-a-kind is to do a disservice to unique glacial formations created to bring beauty to the world. My father was actually created in another era from spontaneous combustion. He was one of ten children and called Baby Boy at the hospital. They literally named him Baby Boy. Every time he presents that birth certificate…
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Hey, thanks for the follow. And thanks for the laughter. And thanks for reminding me that these days I look like my mother. Cripes. This is not good news.
You look great I’m sure of it. Glad to connect
I have already crossed the line — I am my parents!
Oh God…That’s not good!!! I am similar too but never had much chance – I’m short fat and bald just like Dad!
Not only do my Mom and I sound alike, and look alike — I caught myself the other day offering a very snide criticism to some “damned teenagers.” My father reborn!
I find myself condemning teens for their long hair – my wife is appalled that I’m getting crotchety already