This post will also be found in Tehachapi's The Loop Newspaper.
Sometimes I seem to have vast holes in
my memory. But with Father's Day coming up I've been thinking back to
some of the events my Dad and I have shared. My Dad has always had a
wide variety of interests. And he helped me develop my wide variety
of interests too.
We'd watch the PBS show NOVA,
and be amazed at the cool science going on. And we'd discuss things
like Carl Sagan's Cosmos TV show. He also helped me out by
keeping track of newspaper and magazine articles about Bigfoot, when
I was keeping a map of sightings back in the 70s.
I also remember a hike/picnic he, my
brother, and I took out into the desert, I think it was when we lived
in Nevada, which means I was very young. And I seriously doubt that
it was as long a walk as I seem to remember. And during the walk we
discovered a pond, which thinking back was probably some kind of
sewage pond, but it was filled with tadpoles and he explained to me
about tadpoles and frogs.
As years went by, we'd take trips to
places like Carlsbad Caverns and dozens of caves in Arkansas and
Missouri. And we went to Glen Rose, Texas to see the dinosaur
footprints. And trips to Houston to see the Space Center.
But we didn't share just science. We
also shared science fiction. I read a lot in my teens and there was a
time when my father was telling a story about how he used to read a
lot when he was young. He said something about peanut butter
sandwiches and reading out under a tree. He described one of the
books he remembered, and I thought it sounded familiar. I then went
to my room and took a book of my shelf and asked him if that was the
book he remembered. It was.
And we read the books When Worlds
Collide, and the sequel After Worlds Collide
together. And we both liked the second one better. But that
didn't stop us from watching the old movie they made of When
Worlds Collide. And he introduced me to other classic movies like
The Day the Earth Stood Still and Forbidden Planet.
He was also responsible for the best
hamburger I have ever eaten. When I was in tenth grade, I spent two
weeks in the hospital on a bland diet, due to a stomach ulcer. Yuck.
Well, after that time they decided that the bland diet wasn't really
helping, so I was going to go be taken off the bland diet and allowed
to go home. Well by the time the decision was made, dinner was over,
boiled potatoes and scrambled eggs, just like every meal. But I
wanted real food. So my dad went across the street to the Dairy Queen
and came back with a burger. And I know it probably wasn't really
that good, but still I remember it fondly as the best hamburger ever.
All these things, and many others,
like trying to teach me trigonometry and being willing to be the
villain in my childhood superhero games, have gone into making me who
I am. And for him and all the fathers out there, doing the big, and
the little things that make us who we are, I want to say Happy
Father's Day.
(Patris Dies is Latin for Father's Day (at least according to Google Translate).)
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