- He got us up in the middle of the night to drive us to Carlsbad Caverns, even though one of us was a grumpy and self-important 13-year-old. Ahem.
- And didn’t murder me as we toured said caverns, though I’m sure he wanted to. I was such a hormonal jerk that day.
- He loves to make cookies then deliver them all around Chandler, OK. For fun.
- One time he was babysitting a toddler-aged Gabi who pooped while they were at the coffee shop. He drove her home to change her so he could be sure he got the job done well.
- He’d give you the shirt off his back.
- He laughs really, really loud.
- And will often slap a knee.
- Today is his birthday.
- My son looks a lot like my dad’s kid pictures.
- He retired about 10 years ago.
- He walks 6 miles a day most days.
- He’s been a type 2 diabetic since he was 15.
- That disease has taken a lot of “normalcy” from him.
- But he just rolls with it. Always has.
- He loves a good bargain.
- At almost every holiday gathering, he makes gigantic spinach salad.
- Over half of the time the spinach is from his garden.
- He has gardened every year since he retired.
- My favorite year followed several non-cooperative tomato years. That year he put in 50 plants and by the end even I didn’t want any more of his effin’ tomatoes.
- Whenever we visit, we always leave with a grocery bag or two of produce from his garden.
- Whenever we visit, we always leave with a grocery bag or two of food from his pantry.
- This came in handy when I was in college.
- He plants gardens in spring, summer and fall.
- He makes awesome apple pies.
- Except one time he didn’t stir the mixture well enough and I almost chipped a tooth on a golf ball-sized wad of brown sugar that had baked into a clod.
- He likes to invent baked good recipes.
- He loves diet orange soda.
- There isn’t a single coffee bean in his house. He prefers to drink coffee with friends twice a day at his hang-outs.
- He grew up on a dairy farm.
- One house he lived in was so poorly insulated, that the water glass he kept on his nightstand would often have a thin layer of ice when he woke in the morning.
- That room was in the attic.
- But that’s still pretty nuts by today’s standards.
- His big activity in high school was FFA.
- I have his FFA jacket. It hangs next to my high school letter jacket and both my graduation gowns.
- He types in all caps with terrible punctuation and spelling. I find it endearing.
- I have a picture of him somewhere in a seafoam green suit and white belt.
- Dressing up nice: very pressed long sleeve western shirt, starched jeans. And back in the day included boots and a Stetson hat.
- Dressing up fancy: Suit and tie and knock-off Rolex he bought in an alley in Hong Kong.
- Has been to Hawaii twice.
- Has been to Hong Kong once.
- Has been to Puerto Vallarta once.
- Paid for zero for those four trips. Chevrolet and/or Subaru sent him as rewards for being a Customer Service badass.
- He was the service manager for a Chevrolet dealership in Moore for 11 years.
- The first macadamia nut I had was one he brought back from Hawaii.
- He used to let us roast hot dogs and marshmallows in the fireplace of his apartment. We didn’t think this was ghetto, we thought this was THE GREATEST THING EVER.
- Sometimes he’d let my sister and I walk across 12th Street in Moore to the Pratts to buy BBQ sandwiches. He’d send us off alone (ages 10 and 7) with a $100 bill.
- We never got mugged or hit by cars or were worried about either thing.
- As a freshly divorced, every-other-weekend dad, he took us to a lot of movies, which was very new to us and also awesome.
- His first apartment had Grover blue shag carpet.
- His second apartment (right next door) had been renovated with nice carpet and fresh, non-70s decor. I nearly set the kitchen on fire one day when I was 12. Then lied about it. He did not murder me.
- One time he bought, I don’t know, something like 10 cases of Shasta and stored them in the extra bedroom closet. I get the bargaineer thing from his side of the family.
- When my mom died, he moved back to Chandler immediately and commuted to Moore for work for two years.
- He
gavelet me use his 1972 Chevy Cheyenne as my first car. It was terribly embarrassing but all the cowboys at my high school thought it was cool. - He wouldn’t hold my children until they were at least 6 months old because he feared he’d drop or break them somehow.
- When I told him I was getting a divorce, he said, “Well…it’ll be fine. I’m living proof that people survive divorce.”
- He could eat a metric ton of air-popped popcorn. Dry, flavorless, air-popped popcorn. He actually makes it in a brown paper sack in the microwave. I think it’s cause he loves crunchy things.
- He loves spray butter. I broke his heart a little when I let him know that even though the bottle says 0 calories per spray, there are about 900 calories in the whole bottle.
- His love of popcorn pales in comparison to his love for sugar-free Jello. He buys the stuff 40 boxes at a time.
- When I was 19 he flew to Vegas (where I was living) and drove my broke-ass home, then let me live with him for months until I was back on my feet.
- He doesn’t ask people how they are. He says, “Hey man! Whattaya know?!”
- He has a damn fine handshake.
- And enormous hands. Thank God my mom had small hands so that I can at least buy gloves at the normal people store.
- His shoe size is 14. Unfortunately that translated into me *not* being able to buy shoes at the normal people store. I don’t hate him for that, though, because….
- He’s the most generous person I know and I hope to learn how to keep my own heart that open until I’m at least 64.
I thought this might be difficult but I think I could do 65 more next year. He’s rad. Happy birthday, Daddy! (Yes, I still call him Daddy. I figure if my aunts in their 50/60s can refer to their father as Daddy, then so can I. It’s a rural Southern thing.)
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