5 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

I was tagged by my buddy Frank to come up with five things. His are wild. Even if you do not know him they are worth checking out. Mine are:

  1. I hit my kid. From the ages of 4-9 my son would frequently come up to groups of adults that I was talking to and  proclaim ” My father hits me”.  The first few times I was as mortified as the people standing around me often were new acquaintances. Then I developed a routine. “How many times did I hit you, D?” “Once”  he would reply. “And how old were you”.  “Three”. “And have I hit you since”. “No” he would say matter of factly. “Thanks, now go play with the other kids.” I would then talk of how a month or so before his fourth birthday we were having a tough father/son day. He was not doing whatever it was that I had asked him to which led to me chasing him around the house. When he got in his bedroom, he went kind of ostrich on me with his head on the floor, hands over his head and this butt sticking up to the sky.  While we had a no spanking rule, I lost it for a moment. Smack!  He was more stunned than hurt. I felt worse than he did. A story was born that day.
  2. Singing messages. Back in the days of being single and when answering machines were relatively new, I sang. I made up greetings using tunes of Elvis, Buddy Holiday, the Beatles and others. Mostly Rock and Roll, some R&B. You had to really want to leave me a message because these little ditties could last over a minute in the early days when the machines used tape not chips for the greetings. I remember how disappointed I was when my new machine used a chip and limited greetings to 30 seconds. I learned to sing fast. Wish I had kept them.
  3. The year of bedtimes stories. Before my son went teenager on me I was the one with the privilege of tucking him in at night. It was a very special time for me and I hope for him. Early on we would just talk or I would read to him. It would help him relax and fall asleep. Sometime around age 8 or 9 I started telling original stories. This lasted every night for over a year. Several series were developed. First the boy and his magic llama. The lama could talk and would transport them through both space and time. There were the two German shepherds. Dog brothers owned by human brothers with their separate families. The two families would go on trips together. Nine kids total ranging from a few years to upper teens. Needless to say, the dogs often did heroic things. Knights of the round table and the three friends (a few years older than my son)  were two more favorites. The hang gliding family only lasted a few episodes.
  4. Fear of falling off mountains. I do not really have a fear of heights, I have a fear of falling off really tall things. If there is a safety rail or an enclosed observation area, looking down is np. On the other hand, if there is nothing to stop my rapid decent into the abyss I am terrified. Considering that my family, including me, loves to hike in the mountains this can cause the occasional problem when the path narrows beyond my comfort zone. I have been known to move an inch at a time, hugging the side of the mountain as my wife and son skip merrily ahead. I can not even drive on some mountain roads. Every once in a while, I try to force the issue. On a hike at Lake Louise we came to a path that narrowly wound upward for 100 yards. Once past this section there was a beautiful view of mountains and valleys. My desire to snap the perfect picture momentarily overcame all else.  I made it maybe 20 feet when I panicked and faster than I have ever moved I made a 90 degree turn to the right finding myself on a slope consisting of loose rocks the size of softballs. Getting back down was both challenging and embarrassing as I had to respond to dozens of hikers asking me if I was OK. Did I look OK?
  5. I received a Fathers Day gift before I was a father. Well before I met my wife and son, I had a friend who was a single mom. The birth father never had anything to do with his child. Long story. I had time, she needed help and her daughter was as cute as they come. So I helped out. A Lot. It seemed like the right thing to do. In fact I never thought of it twice until I had friends ask what the hell I was doing. Being a good friend, a mench, would be my typical response. Yes, at times I fed, bathed, changed the diapers of and played with Lucy. I even stayed over night a couple of times when her mom had to be out of town. Lucy and I became close. I am pretty good at the early years. I can toss kids up and down to make them laugh, read to them and go to the park. When she was three she gave me a fathers day present she made in preschool. She and her mom moved away a number of years ago and while I keep in touch by phone I have missed most of her growing up. She is 16 and a sophomore. In college.

Honorable mentions include my peanut butter addiction, karaoke, dancing on a giant speaker, my desire to be a comedian (no chance) or a columnist (think Dave Barry) and my ability to jitterbug reasonably well.

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