Dad

Rambling personal post coming, fair warning.

For the last decade or so my dad and I have gone charter fishing on Lake Michigan for salmon on Fathers Day out of Kenosha. I have several posts on this matter here at LITGM and will probably have another after we slay them again tomorrow.

My family are not party people. When I graduated high school and kollej we didn't have parties. And that is OK.

At times my wife finds my family a bit strange. I really can't argue with that. We really don't act like many "normal" families. Maybe it is the harsh Midwest winters that have steeled our souls. We just don't get together very much for celebrations, parties, birthdays, or whatever. And it isn't because we don't love each other, it is because it is the way that it is.

But Fathers Day over the last decade or so has taken on a little more special meaning for me. I always try to plan something fun for Saturday, then on Sunday go salmon fishing. The eats are wonderful as well.

Today we are going to the drag races. We used to go all the time when I was a wee lad. I have an old photo album that my mother just sent me that has some of the pictures of those wonderful old dragsters. The ChiTown Hustler, The Blue Max (my favorite), and others are featured.

We will be nearly deaf, and will wreak of burned rubber, and will also probably be sunburned but it will be worth it.

My wife is away with the kids this weekend on some horse related trip. I don't really give a sh1t about the horses, but they love them. It didn't even factor into the equation when my wife planned the trip. "Hon, the 20th is Fathers Day, is it OK if we go on a trip to ride some horses?" That question never happens. My wife knows where I will be - on the water with my dad.

On a side note, why are the ladies these days tattooing and piercing themselves so much? I went to a local wing joint for dinner last night and was getting hit on by a middle aged woman (she was pretty too!) who looked like a tackle box had exploded in her face. The spark in her eye faded quickly when I informed her I was married. She asked me why I didn't wear a wedding ring, and I had to tell her that I had lost so much weight that the ring didn't fit any more and I never got it re sized. And it gets in the way when I bike and kickbox. I think that egged her on more. Eventually I had to ask her to go away and let me eat my wings and watch the Brewer game in peace. A nice person, but sheesh.

Anyway, I love you Dad, Happy Fathers Day.