Damn, that's a bad week alrighty.
I'm incredibly lucky. I live next door to my dad. He's slowed down to about as slow as he can go these days. He's on oxygen, so I go down and bring in the wood each day, fetch his paper, take the garbage can down to the curb.... then drink his beer while we watch 'Jeopardy' in an attempt to show which one of us has the higher IQ, or greatest storehouse of useless knowledge in our noggins.
He's taught me damn near everything, and I'm blessed to have lived 50 years while still having a father. Many of my friends didn't get this blessing. I should write a humor book on some of the crap he's taught me and my brothers...
"Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes; You'll be a mile away, and he'll be barefoot!"
"If you loan a guy $50 and never see the sumbitch again, it was probably worth the $50."
"Taking a blind date to a silent movie is a recipe for disaster."
At any rate, tell you what... I'll let him win Final Jeopardy tonight. You all have a good weekend, today's the first day of the rest of your life.