"David Snedeker" wrote


I agree. I was raised by my old man. He was a roughneck, drinker and
brawler. I worked with him painting houses mostly, sheetrocking,
construction etc.. He was also a voracious reader and loved to sing. We
worked most days after school, weekends and half days most holidays. He
told me about everything he knew, every fight he lost, what he hated, what
he loved, what was wrong with war, what he thought about God, chickens,
being hungry, Roosevelt, fly fishing and a lot of other stuff. At 70 he
could still chop out a stump. He drank beer and muscatel, only feared
red-headed women, and believed he could hear the banshees cry when someone
was going to die. He put on a new pair of overalls before driving himself
to
the doctors' with his first heart attack. He came from another world and I
miss him.

well, i have to say that post carries more weight than anything i have
read around here in a long, long time.

you do your father proud, david.

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