He's been a running gag for three shows now.
I didn't mean for it to turn out that way, but in the last three big shows that Jack Deo and I have put together for the History Center there's been a running thread. In “North vs. South Marquette” we talked about someone who grew up in south Marquette, and who as a kid had a tendency to injure himself (even showing a picture of him injured as an adult). In “Skiing, Skating, & Slapshots”, we told the story of how he broke his arm ski jumping at the old Chipmunk Bluff. Then a couple of weeks ago during “Cops & Robbers” we told the story of what happened to him while in the hospital for that broken arm and how he was turned into an 8-year old wing-man for a drunken sailor who wanted to pick up women.
My dad had an interesting childhood, didn't he?
We often joke that with a childhood like that it's amazing that my dad lived long enough to have kids of his own, but I think my siblings and I would agree that it's cool he did. I mean, not only for the fact that it means we're here, but also for the fact that we got to grow up with a fun-loving (and just plain loving), hard-working role model. He set a great example for us growing up, and even now he's doing so.
I mean, think of this—my dad technically qualifies as “old”. (Sorry, dad, but sometimes the truth hurts). But that doesn't stop him from going non-stop as he winters in Florida, working on projects, going on bike rides, and imparting his knowledge and techniques in a particular sport as he teaches a class to what my mom jokingly refers to as his “pickleball harem”. And, at least this year, he really hasn't injured himself too much, so maybe—just maybe—you actually CAN teach an old dog new tricks.
Who knew?
So happy birthday, dad, and just think of it. You've gone from this--
To this--
Without losing a limb, an eye, or most of your sanity. Keep it up, and that way all we have to do is figure out how to get you worked into the NEXT big show that Jack & I do!
Love,
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