Fathers Day......

My kids called him ‘Pop’.....well, except for Cary who generally referred to him as ‘Old Man’ or ‘Baldy’.....I just called him ‘Dad’ as did my brothers....Fathers of his generation, at least working class fathers.....worked. As much and as often as they could. They were young during the ‘Great Depression’ and carried the remembrance of that time around with them....As Scarlet O’Hara said in ‘Gone with the wind’.....”as God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again.” The men and women who experienced the ‘Depression’ were haunted by the fear of being without a job, of being unable to provide for their families. They worked, no matter the circumstance......they went to work every day, rain or shine, whether they felt like it or not, if they were ill, they worked....if they were too ill to work, they worried about it and struggled to their feet as soon as they could.....”gotta go to work” they’d say...
Well, Father’s Day has come ‘n gone and I got to get up in the mornin’ ‘n drink 30 oz of milky, chalky, yucky stuff ‘n then go to Kaiser for a CT scan.....all that before breakfast.....ah well, t’day was a nice day tho’ someone told me that my blogs were maybe just a wee bit too p’litical.....’n I spect they’re right but, heck, the only thing on the telly these past few months (seems like years) has been the Demo Primaries.....that, and re-runs of all the shows that were too dumb to watch during the reg’lar season....C’mon....that’s most of ‘em, right?
you know television has come to a sad pass when the best shows are re-runs of forty year old shows.....Andy Griffith & Dick Van Dyke, Gunsmoke & Bonanza, heck.....most of the programming from way back when..... it’s no wonder that I seem to spend so much time living in the past....I guess y' never really get away from it.....carry it around 'til y'drop!
I did like Meet the Press and who’da figgered that a young man like Tim Russert would drop dead.....well, when you’re my age, 58 is young......seems like way too young to keel over before the Presidential race is over.....maybe he just couldn’t take the shock of seeing Big Brown run dead last in the Belmont......’Course, the cynic in me sez there was a lot of money bet on Big Brown ‘n if he came up short.........wellllllllll, "that's what all the people say, you're ridin' high in April, shot down in May."