Tomorrow is Father’s Day. … I remember my dad … when I was a youngster, we had no air conditioning, no fan … well, maybe a hand fan … remember the hand held one from the funeral home or a furniture store. … My dad was a smoker. One of my earliest memory was of him sitting in a chair near an open window smoking and fanning. When the cigarette was smoked down to near nothing, he would flip the ‘butt’ out the open window. I wanted to smoke … so went outside and waited ’til he flipped it out and I picked it up and began to attempt to smoke. … He saw me, we discussed the situation … mostly him … and he gave me a cigarette, fired it up and told me to smoke it … and I did and was sick … sick … sick. … I attempted to smoke as an adult, not sure if was ill-equipped to smoke or if dad had forced me to smoke my limit. … I give him credit for me not smoking later in life … think I reached my limit … early.
Have many fond memories in my young days…
Nothing better as a young dad than to think of my responsibility as my two sons grew into manhood … Proud of both…
Sure wish it would rain, so I would have an excuse for not mowing the grass … and weeds… Had a shower ’bout 2 a.m., about 3/10ths of an inch at the airport…
Forecast for today … A chance of showers and thunderstorms, mainly after 5 p.m. Partly sunny, with a high near 84. 30% chance of precipitation with new rainfall amounts less than a tenth of an inch, except higher amounts possible in thunderstorms. Tomorrow, Father’s Day, ’bout the same…
Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad…
robert g hester
rgh4612@gmail.com
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