Leave it to me to always get things done at the last minute. I just realized that Father’s Day is this Sunday and I haven’t even thought about what I’m going to buy. I’m sure I’m not the only person out there in this same predicament, so I thought I would put together some of my pop’s favorite things to help out those last minute shoppers (including me.)
If there’s one thing my father can’t live without, it would be golfing. Since retiring, he is literally at the country club almost everyday practicing on his stroke. Unfortunately, I was never a fan of the sport as I was more interested in what I was going to wear to go play golf. Something with argyle in it was always a MUST! I did also enjoy driving the carts until the time I ran one right into a tree and knocked the wind out me. Gave my dad and his friends quite the laugh.
One of my fondest childhood memories I have of being with my father are on Friday nights when he would pick up my sisters and I at my mother’s house to go with him for the weekend. He would break out his favorite guitar and blast records to bands like Marshall Tucker & Allman Brothers. Singing and playing like he was entertaining a stadium sized audience, I knew this was a favorite pastime of his. Of course the kids had to get in on the act and we would pretend to be his back up singers (and dancers at times.) I love that this type of genre is coming back with favorites today like Mumford & Sons and Lumineers.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth since I was a little boy and my dad is no different. He can never get enough of a chocolate treat called Turtles. Growing up, I couldn’t grasp the idea of what the heck was even in it that made him so addicted to them. At one point I thought it might have something to do with an actual turtle. Yuck! Quickly, I realized that it was just pecans and caramel dipped in chocolate. To this day, I still don’t get why he loves them so much; I like chocolate and caramel minus the pecans.
When it comes to my father’s feet, you can either find him in golf cleats or easy to slip-on boat style shoes during the warmer months of the year. Mostly in the color brown, he’ll have them on his feet till the souls wear through. I could never understand what his obsession with this style shoe was until I tried on a pair for myself about a year ago. Since then I’ve added several to my own collection.
Being irish, my father enjoys an occasional beer or two. Aside from Coors, he likes to support local breweries like Saranac.
When not on the golf course, you can find my dad always working on or fixing something. If it’s not building a shed behind his house, working on a car, or cutting down a tree, he proves that where there’s a will, there’s a way. He’s basically Macgyver but with an AARP membership. To carry the miscellaneous tools, nuts and bolts that he needs to build or fix whatever he’s working on, he’s always got on a pair shorts with pockets as he refers to them. Tool belts are for rookies and cargo shorts (as I like to call to them) are for my dad.
All jokes aside, I want to acknowledge my father’s love and support throughout the years. He’s not only accepted me for who I am, but has stood by me in some my darkest hours. He’s taught me in life to do what you love first and the money will come after. He’s also taught me that if you want something in this world, you’ve got to go out and get it. As I grow older, I’ve become more aware of these lessons he has tried to instil in me since I was a little boy. Not always believing him, I now realize that he just wanted me to be the best that I could be. At times, seeing it in me when I couldn’t. BTW-The picture below was taken in May of 1983. I was only 15 months old. Wow, does time fly!