Beyond Where The Crow Flies: A Tribute To My Father
My dad was a professional truck driver. It's all he knew ... at least that is all he pretended to know. I suspect that he knew more than he let on. My suspicions were always proven correct whenever I heard him speak to others -- especially and particularly when he didn't think I was listening. What daddy lacked in formal education, he made up in street smarts. He had a cowboy wisdom that rivaled many philosophical thinking. He was down to earth and only put on airs to get a rise out of you. I think he did that only to show you how ridiculous you were being for putting on a pretense. But that was his way. Showing you by example -- even if it meant that he looked foolish. One picture stands out in my mind whenever I think of my daddy-- it's of him standing at the kitchen sink giving his baby girl a bath. (And yes, that baby in the sink is me!) Not really sure why that one stands out more than all the others I have of him. It just does! He was so young in that picture! Even i...