This month’s Dad Magazine is sponsored by Toni Rickenback in memory of her Dad (this month’s cover dad!), who always wore socks with sandals, spun outrageous stories she somehow believed, and told her to never cast nasturtiums at other people.
DAD MAGAZINE: THE BOOK is out today! You can order your copy at Amazon, IndieBound, or wherever fine humor books are sold!
That’s my Dad!
Thanks Matt and Jaya for a brilliant cover featuring some of his key interests, including the importance of a good woolly jumper
What a lovely smiling Dad!
What a great way to honor a Dad.
Thank you, it just seemed a lovely way to celebrate how fab he was
My Dad Magazine: The Book just arrived ten minutes ago. If my dad were here he’d say, “You have work to do young lady, save that for later.” (all women under the age of 90 were gals or young ladies.)
I won an advance copy back in March, and it is EXCELLENT and everyone should go order it right now. I wish I could buy a copy for my dad, but I’m pretty sure he was looking over my shoulder as I read it and laughed.
Mine is going straight in the mail to my actual dad. It should be in his hands by Thursday. He will be confused as to why I sent it, but always treasure that he was called a cool dad in the comments once based on his lunch.
Aw, congrats, you two. May the practical love of all Dads be upon you.
We inherited some really nice, sturdy wooden chairs from my husband’s family home this year. In the course of renovating, we spilled quite a bit of white paint on them. My father-in-law, who had built them (maybe???), offered to clean them up for us since he’s currently awaiting hip surgery and has nothing better to do. We dropped them off on Thursday evening. They were done by Saturday morning. He had been outside on his balcony, working fastidiously, scraping the paint off with glass! It was a pretty pro Dad move from him.
Wow, I would have just painted them white and called it ‘astethic’
My dad will be receiving his copy as an early birthday present soon! I hope he enjoys it. He certainly enjoys telling me that the noble art of stamp collecting is called “philately” and last month he went to a miniature train show just because he was bored. Then he told me about how they had a man dressed as a train.
I got the book for my dad, too! I can’t wait for him to read it although I’m trying to tamp down my expectations. As usual he told me not to get him anything and put that money toward retirement.
My dad searching for the name of a singer recently; “I think her name was Goblin Patty”
it was Pixie Lott.
well, she’s Goblin Patty now, thanks Dad
Oh man, inaccurate Dad names really stick, don’t they?
I went to school in Montreal, and when my parents visited one time, we passed a Van Houtte coffee shop, and my dad insisted on saying “Van Hootie” even though he knew it was wrong. Every time I’d pass one of those shops after that, my brain would think Van Hootie and have a nice internal chuckle. I’m sure there was also a time or two where I almost accidentally said Van Hootie out loud to someone but caught myself.
Truth. My entire family still calls Journey “Venture.”
My dad had a few different excellent, inaccurate names for my friend’s band (Cibo Matto).
“How are those girls doing, the ones in Chico Gato?”
“Oh you’re going to NYC, will you be hanging out with Chili Matzoh Ball?”
DADS.
OH NBD YOUR FRIENDS ARE IN CIBO MATTO
Ahem. Sorry for freaking out. It’s just–!!!!
Cibo Matto!!!
ALSO this puts you like 2 degrees of separation from Buffy. You know someone who played The Bronze!!!
My dad referred to my junior high boyfriends as “Durwood” and “Julius Pierpont”. Their names were Darrin and JP. If they come in conversation (small town, neither one left), Dad still calls them that… 24 years later.
A+ Bewitched reference Dad! (I’m quite partial to the Durwood joke myself)
I read this a little while ago but I keep thinking about Goblin Patty and cracking up. It’s p. much the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.
That coverline about Leon Russell hit me right in the heart. My dad, who passed away a few years ago, wasn’t a typical Dad Magazine type of Dad, but man did that guy love music, and he loved introducing me to music. And he very much had me listen to Leon Russell. Thanks for making me smile and tear up this morning.
“How To Warn Your Kids About The Dangerous Tornadoes That Will Surely Appear At Their College As Though You Did Not Raise Them In Tornado Alley (Despite The Fact That You Did)”
Man, not only did I get Leon Russell, I got Leon REDBONE, who I have never seen anywhere outside of my dad’s LP of this album:
Weird Dad Music Thread, anyone?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cReBk3wXPU
I LOVE THIS SONG. Also my dad and I have been known to put “You Never Even Called Me By My Name” on repeat and sing along (more like howl along) louder each time.
Oh AND whenever the song “Do you love me (now that I can dance)?” came on, he would ask me, very seriously, “Do you love me, now that I can dance?” Somehow that came up on our iTunes a few weeks ago and I had to call him to ask him the same question.
I am Jersey born and bred, if I didn’t like Bruce Springsteen they’d probably kick me out of the state.
I don’t know that he liked anything that weird, but my Dad loved music and had very eclectic tastes. He had a steamer trunk full of vinyl, as well as a considerable 8-track collection, and he rigged it all up so I could make mixed tapes using both those mediums as well as other cassettes and the radio.
I once had a part in a play where I had to howl like a wolf and my dad got all excited and played me Warren Zevon’s Werewolves of London on repeat. “You want to hear a howl? This guy can howl!”
Oh man I love that song SO MUCH
Here is a very sweet father-daughter story about “Werewolves of London.”
http://www.npr.org/2012/07/26/157429964/from-scor…
ohhh warren zevon is such a dad-musician… that I loathed as a kid! “daddddddd werewolves of london againnnnn???!?”
/pouty 9yo me
My husband got his intense, undying love of really obscure prog rock from his dad, so.
My dad always had the best taste in music. He saw some of the greatest bands of all time in concert in the 1960s-70s, but he was also always into current rock music, well into his 40s and 50s. I can remember being in high school in the 1990s and someone would play Green Day or the Smashing Pumpkins and I’d be like, ‘Oh my Dad has this album!’ And the kids would look at me like I was nuts.
This is not weird Dad Music, since it’s kind of the ultimate prototypical Dad Music band, but my father once told me about a time he was living in a group house outside San Francisco in the 70s while getting his PhD, and the Coolest Guy in the House came home with some friends and introduced him to them by saying, “This is guy who turned me on to Steely Dan.”
My dad told me this like it was the proudest moment of his life.
Edit: Though he didn’t discover Led Zeppelin until about 2005, when my brother introduced them to him. So I don’t know. And I also once found him listening to an album of throat singing because “it makes good background music for reading.”
That is HIGH DAD PRAISE, wow. Wonder how he escaped knowing about Led Zep??
I mean, he’d heard of them, I would hope. But he’d somehow managed never to actually listen to any of their music. Despite all that time outside San Francisco in the 70s, where one housemate wore handmade wizard robes instead of a graduation gown, a couple of people were very clothing-optional, and yet another grew weed in the closet. That really doesn’t seem like the kind of time and place that Led would have been easy to avoid hearing.
Oh man, both JOHNNY REB *and* JOHNNY FREEDOM?? You can’t ask for much more!
Lots of polka albums. I learned how to polka when I was 10 and washing dishes, and my dad grabbed me and danced around the kitchen with me while a polka CD was on. Oh, dad.
That Leon Redbone cover is amazing! (My inner design geek is jumping up and down going that HAS to be by Pushpin Studios).
My dad has eclectic taste in music and a dad sense of humor. I grew up listening to Tom Lehrer, Canadian Brass, Stan Freberg and PDQ Bach all thanks to my dad.
I’ve also been to multiple Ramsey Lewis Father’s Day concerts with my dad – Ravinia in the Chicago area always has jazz over Father’s Day – judging by the crowd, it’s a dad thing.
My dad was a DJ at a rock station in the early 1970s. For road trips we played a fun game™ in which we would find an oldies station and for each song that came on, any car passenger could earn points by being the first to identify the song by title, artist, year of release, and/or album. Bonus points for trivia related to the song.
Also, he once told me that he knew he was going to marry my mother when, on the third or fourth date (in 1970), she knew who Ginger Baker was.
Also (and finally), my dad taught me how to make a mix tape when I was 11 or 12 years old. It is one of my best memories: sitting on the floor with him next to the stereo while he taught me everything from advacing past the 10 seconds of non-magnetic tape, through song selection and planning/pacing the list, all the way to popping out the little tabs on top at the end so that your little brother doesn’t erase your hard work. (And surely all the straight girls on whom I crushed hopelessly in high school / college are grateful to my father for his important mix tape lessons.)
My husband and I play this fun game in road trips too!
And I love that your dad taught you how to make mix tapes – that’s such a sweet story.
I’m not sure this quite counts, but whenever the television show Hawaii Five-0 is mentioned in any way, my dad will tell you that it has the best TV theme song ever, and will probably proceed to google and play that song for you even though he’s done so at least a dozen times before.
My dad is all about oldies on vinyl (seriously, he has one of the largest 45 collections in his state).
I’ve got many memories of dancing with him in his music room to The Green Mosquito https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMKv3odZm6I
Oh! Also! My dad has been a subscriber to Rolling Stone for decades. He’ll skim the most recent issue, but also read each cover-to-cover, in order. For the cover-to-cover readings, I think he’s up to about 2001 (he’s catching up though! 2 years ago he was reading one with a still-alive Tupac on the cover!)
His skimming of current issues is apparently the only way he stays current on music news though. Which has resulted in things like him asking if I knew Amy Winehouse died 3-4 weeks after she died. And the question, “What is this E-M-O music?”
“What is this E-M-O music?”
Awesome!
Leon Redbone is PEAK Dad Music. Like, sure, we all knew the Mr Belvedere theme song (well, except for most of the posters here WHO ARE TINY BABY FETUSES WITH WIFI) but my dad went all in with the Leon Redbone love. I seem to recall there even being a white linen suit with a fedora sometime in my early childhood, if only because it the first time I realized I understood what not carrying off an outfit meant.
The Arrogant Worms. “Last Saskatchewan Pirate” is one of my dad’s favorite songs.
My dad and I have very similar musical tastes (mostly jazz and classical).
But I do have one Dad LP story, when he was cleaning out the basement and returned a record to the public library that he’d checked out 42 years earlier.
Did anyone else’s dad get really into Evanescence during their fleeting moment of fame? My dad and an uncle both asked for their album the Christmas after it came out. My dad is largely a classic rock dad (he *loves* Leon Russell) with an increasing interest in blues music so that was a little off kilter for him.
My grandfather (mom’s side) was the true eclectic when it came to music. He would listen to anything we wanted to share with him (he once bought a Nine Inch Nails album when my cousin was in his goth rocker phase and deemed it “pretty good” ). My greatest regret is that he died only four days after I saw Hamilton last summer and I never got to share the cast album with him – his two loves were history and music and I would have loved to hear his thoughts.
My dad did! I bought the CD (I was in high school when it came out), and it ended up in his car at some point. His verdict was “I like her. She’s stormy.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bOjrl9Qxzg
Leon Redbone is the reason many guys got to be Dads.
The two artists I most associate with my Dad are Genesis (and/or Phil Collins) and The Gypsy Kings.
YESSSSSS
My Dad has indeed cited the 1972 election in reference to this current kerfuffle.
Do you (or anyone) know of any good longreads available online about it? Nothing by Hunter Thompson please and thank you.
“The Boys on the Bus” by Timothy Crouse is pretty interesting but you sort of have to already know the players.
Maybe a Toastie can recommend something that talks about it from the Shirley Chisholm campaign perspective?
There’s a documentary on Chisholm’s campaign called “Chisholm ’72: Unbought and Unbossed” (there’s also a book by her about it called just Unbought and Unbossed, that’s been re-released with a 40th anniversary edition). I know the DVD is available through Netflix, not sure about streaming availability.
Multi-media recommendations even! I love this place.
I think this is the appropriate place to link to woot’s Dad Joker shirt.
Damnit, I JUST bought my boyfriend a present yesterday. (We don’t have kids, but based on the quality of his jokes, he’s going to be a hell of a dad once we do.)
My dad was over yesterday. Retrieved his ladder, inspected all our tires; taught us why our tires needed to be replaced, started tire comparison shopping online.
Did you know tires have different speed ratings? And their year of manufacture is on the side wall?
I did not know this, but I am blessed to have learned it!
*lowkey wants to learn all the dad things*
So one of those numbers on the side of the tire is the Week and Year of Manufacture.
So mine were something like 27-08; which means my summer tires are eight years old and overdue for being replaced.
#dadknowledge
I only know the speed thing cause last time I bought tires (without Dad’s help!), they made me sign a document stating I wouldn’t drive over 104 mph. ETA Dad would probably say I paid too much.
Did you ALSO know that if you are trailering and need to replace tires on your truck, it turns into a long dad story about whether the two new tires should go on the front or back and load vs steering and having to go back because Even Though They Were Told What To Do, the tires were put on wrong and something something service manager signing a waiver?
When I went to visit my parents this weekend my dad immediately accosted me with
“When is the last time you checked the air in your tires???”
Me- “I …don’t. When is the last time YOU checked the air in my tires?”
Then he sighed, grabbed his air valve, and got to work
Dad -“Wow still plenty of air! Now let’s clean those headlights!”
Such a zeal for car maintenance.
Sigh.
I actually went and BOUGHT myself a new tire pressure gauge; and then put up with significant Dad-style commentary from BF and son about how much better dial gauges are than digital.
I only buy used tires, so I actually check them regularly.
However please do not tell my dad that I buy used tires.
Your secret is safe with me.
My mom is more of a Dad Magazine type, and we have regular conversations about tires. She was worried enough that I got new tires from “Santa” one year (when I was 32).
Mr Sagerenee is so looking forward to berating our children about tires and general car maintenance. He only has about 8 more years to go before he can give the boy child instructions on driving manual.
I wish bike tires had this! I chew through them like crazy though
DADS AND TIRES. This past Christmas, my Dad declared that I needed new tires for my car and proceeded to print out a list of tires from the internet and annotate it by hand with comments like “good value, mid price.”
That is some Peak Dad, right there.
I have had many tire conversations with my dad. When I moved to the midwest and got to buy winter/snow tires, that was a really big event in his life, I think
god, dad magazine days are the best
*hits f5*
This seems like the place to share that my Dad today accidentally over-trimmed his mustache today and shaved the whole thing off. He sent a picture and it’s SO WEIRD to see his whole face! Also slightly horrifying.
Oh my god, memories! The year I was twelve my dad shaved his beard for summer. It was the first time any of us had seen his whole face (including my mom). He emerged sheepishly from the bathroom and asked: “so… what do you think?”
I, my mother and my older brother just glanced awkwardly at each other. My younger brother, eight at the time, took one look at him, turned away in shock and YELLED “dad, your face is weird”.
The beard grew out again, as beards do. I still don’t know if dad’s face is actually weird.
Exactly! Mum and I had to have a whole “no, no, Dad, it’s a NICE FACE we just don’t want to see it anymore” conversation, because Hurt Dad Feelings are the saddest things around.
My husband shaved his beard off once when our oldest was two and he cried. The beard returned posthaste.
I read this as your husband cried because he missed his beard… 🙁 Sad dad…
I told my dad I wasn’t going to look at him until he grew his mustache back.
You are me except I have an older sister.
I imagine I’d have the same reaction if my father ever managed to accidentally shave his beard. That whole quadrant of his face hasn’t seen daylight since around 1969.
His upper lip is indeed remarkably pale.
My dad likes to talk about how his beard is old enough to buy alcohol on its own. To be fair, I think it has been able to buy alcohol on its own for at least 13 years. I have never seen my dad without a beard.
My father wears a beard to hide his lack of chin. I don’t think my mother has ever seen him without it, let alone me.
My mother has never seen my father without a beard.
My mother also doesn’t like men with beards.
‘Tis a conundrum.
My father shaved off his beard about ten years ago, and I thought I’d never get used to the look. So weird. But when I look at old pictures now, the beard looks incredibly out of place, like it was photoshopped or something.
about 10 years ago my dad shaved off his mustache on purpose and it was so horrifying that he vowed never to do it ever again. he’d had that thing since he got out of the Army in ’81 for heaven’s sake.
it was much less horrifying when he shaved off his 90s’ goatee. that was actually probably a very good move.
My dad shaved his beard when I was around 5 and I was so scared of him. He came to pick me up from our childcare but I did not want to go with him because I wasn’t sure he was really my dad.
My dad grew a beard at one point when my uncle (who looks exactly like him) had just shaved his off. It was a bizarre and confusing time for young me.
Oh yeah my dad shaved his moustache when I was in college and I was like, “who are you???”
One time my dad shaved his whole face for the first time since he was old enough to grow hair on it and, when I saw him afterwards, I refused to be around him again until it was back. I was 30.
My dad had a beard for a year when I was about 12 or 13, and to this day that is the only time I’ve been told by strangers that I look like my dad. (twice! ouch my 13-year-old-girl self esteem!)
I have never in my 24 years seen my dad’s upper lip and I think I would be horrified if I ever did.
I had the opposite problem from all of you guys about 15 years ago when my always-clean-shaven dad suddenly decided to grow a beard for the first time. It freaked us all out because his beard, unlike the very dark hair on his head, was a weird mixture of bright red and gray. And also very patchy. My mom was NOT happy. He pretty quickly realized that there was a good reason why he’d never had a beard before and shaved it off, but not before we were all severely disturbed.
My dad shaved off his mustache a couple of years ago. It was so weird. I had never seen him without it ever and our dog didn’t recognise him. She hates men and nearly ate him.
My family came over for dinner at my new apartment last month and instead of relaxing or helping cook (it’s a small kitchen) my dad got under the kitchen table and started fixing the way it wobbles on the uneven floor. Apparently you can screw the feet out to make them longer which is much more efficient than sticking a piece of cardboard under there. Who knew!
! when i lived in minneapolis, my parents drove up for thanksgiving to check out my new stomping grounds. while my mom and i were finishing up the food in the kitchen, my partner came in and urgently hissed, “your dad is standing on a chair… on top of a table.. in your room right now”.
turns out my 5’3 Dad decided the ceiling light in my room wasn’t bright enough or efficient enough and wanted to change the bulb, and he didn’t trust my 6’4 partner to do it correctly. Dads and new apartments!
Amazing!! Who but a dad would risk life and limb to optimize a light that wasn’t even broken
I have to have a list of things to fix whenever my parents come to visit (once a year in June – I’m mentally starting to prepare it/not submitting work orders to maintenance) else he will go mad.
Over the weekend, my dad sent me a four second video of part of his bee hive swarming out on a nearby tree. He wasn’t able to keep the swarm because he didn’t have a place to put them while they requeen, but someone else on the swarm list came and got it. He was so happy. Dads.
There’s a ‘swarm list’???
Yep! The local beekeepers’ association has a list of people who are willing to come collect a swarm and I think that’s a fairly common practice. Who wouldn’t want free bees?! (Say the beekeepers.)
I would not want a rogue swarm of bees at any price.
but who wouldn’t want a free bee army.. I mean honey production, yeah.
Apparently swarms are generally easy to collect and not very aggressive because they are focused on finding a new home for their queen and don’t have any brood to protect.
…not that that fact would make you want a rogue swarm of bees any more than you currently do.
I actually do love and respect bees, from at least a few hive-widths away.
This is marvellous
My dad and I saw an exhibit of Theo Jansen’s Strandbeests and it was awesome and the most perfect engineer dad exhibit ever! There were tons of father / daughter pairings there, but I was by far the oldest daughter (at 46) to stand in line to push one of the Strandbeests. So cool.
If you haven’t seen the videos of these follow this link immediately – they’re so cool.
http://www.strandbeest.com
HE HAS A STORE! Well, now I know what I’m getting my dad for Christmas!
I was watching Pro Bros the other day and at the end, the parents of the homeowners came in, and both dads immediately started opening cabinets and inspecting woodwork; one of them pulled a bottle of wine off the newly-constructed wine rack and frowned dadly at it. It was definitely the dad-iest reveal.
My favorite part of home renovation shows is when they interview the buyers’ parents. (Especially the one I saw yesterday on House Hunters, who admitted that her daughter was “a real pain”).
Someone on my facebook feed posted a picture this morning from our wastrel youth living in a shithole punk farmhouse in 20001-2, and one of my favorite memories of that time (between the crust punks trying to force their aesthetic and the roommate who insisted on spinning fire in the living room) was my dad coming to see where I’d moved (in the back of my boyfriend’s CRX without warning them), and being quietly appalled that the doorknob to my room was a beer can duct-taped into the hole. He left without saying anything and returned 30 minutes later with the strongest doorknob he could find with a key lock, installed it, and told me to not share the other key with anyone. I’m amazed I lived there for six months without my parents saying a single bad thing about it.
That is truly love in dad form!
Beer can duct taped into the hole is excellent. Bravo.
My mom used to have a little Victorian house that had been subjected to many weird self-repairs by the previous Dad owner.
Our favorite feature of the house was a Rolling Rock beer cap, which had been **very carefully** screwed into a bedroom door jamb (with a drilled hole and everything).
Once for Christmas my dad gave me that plastic sheeting that you can put over your poorly-insulated windows in winter, also a roll of duct tape (which he unfailingly calls “gaffers’ tape” because he’s a TV guy, not an HVAC guy), and then he drove me 6 hours back to my apartment and plasticked my windows while I contributed to the Christmas festivities by calling in an order for Chinese food.
I asked my dad if I could lug our broken stroller up when we came at Easter so he could weld it. He said “Just get some automotive glue, they put CARs together with that, and it held Joe the Crow on the Black Joke for twenty years.”
The Black Joke was his pickup truck; Joe The Crow was it’s mascot, a toy crow affixed to the front of the hood.
Edit: HER mascot, HER, I totally just misgendered a vehicle.
Did it work?
It so freaking did, I was able to fix it myself right away with one trip to Home Hardware to purchase some JB Weld.
Yeah oh yeah <nods> JB Weld’ll do anything. Personally, I’m too afraid to even open up my bottle. It’s just sitting there in my workchest, staring at me through the drawer. I’m just so afraid I’ll weld myself to, I dunno, my cat or something. Who knowwwwws what could happen!
But it’s also too useful to not have.
What a conundrum.
I had to get my car towed last night and my dad came to wait with me/drive me home from dropping it at the garage. He pulled up REALLY CLOSE behind the tow truck as we stopped at a light following it so he could inspect the underside of my car. “Much better angle than laying on the driveway,” he said shamelessly.
YESSSS I love Dad Magazine! I want to send my dad these posts and tell him to read the comments because I find them hilarious (he is dad) and entertaining but I’m not sure he’ll get the humor. He’s laid up for a few weeks because he needs to have surgery and he is BORED OUT OF HIS MIND.
Send it to him! I actually discovered The Toast originally when my dad sent me a Dad Magazine post!
That reminds me, I need to call my dad and see if he wants to come over to disassemble my dryer with me (to find out what’s squeaking). I expect to be met with enthusiasm.
To hear my dad tell it, ’72 had nothing on ’68.
Oh my! DH is a semi-retired stamp dealer and a Distinguished Philatelist. He also wears galoshes.
‘spun outrageous stories she somehow believed’
Oh man, this is a quality to be treasured and occasionally baffled by, high five Toni. My grandpa (grandpa’s: surely they are creatures with twice the normal power of daddery. A dad-dad’s worth, if you will) totally convinced me when I was a kid that we had pirates in our ancestry, specifically a rake by the name of Captain Blood.
When I saw the Errol Flynn movie pop up on TCM one day when I was an adult, rather than assume my grandpa had been fucking with me for basically my whole life, precious naive summer flower me thought ‘Oh! This must be based on our ancestor, he must have been quite famous!’
Man, I was a dumbass. My grandpa must have cackled himself silly.
Grandpa love! My dad’s dad had the uber dad sense of humor. He was always pulling quarters out of our ears and trying to get us to eat from his candy bowl of square marshmallows (cut up styrofoam) and telling us stories about that one time it was so hot in Indiana that the corn popped off the stalks and the cows thought it was snowing, so they froze to death. He was also a dedicated “ideas man” – meaning he had the ideas and he tried to get other people to actually do them.
Upon announcing my pregnancy to my dad, he matter-of-factly stated, “This is fantastic.” It is so heart-warming to think back upon.
Things my boyfriend has done in the past few months:
Built a shed and now every time we go anywhere he has to inspect other sheds so he can talk about how ours is better
Built a matching wood shed (but far enough away from the “good shed” because termites or something, the distance was of great concern to him and required much consternation)
Made tiny homes for bees and painted them to match the shed
Made tiny homes for lizards out of spare tile
Bought a new drill and every time he uses it he goes “NICE!!!”
Went to the IKEA as-is and bought a piece of countertop, originally $120 for $10, and then bragged to all his friends about it
Annd he’s not even a dad. Love him.
HE HAS A STORE! Well, now I know what I'm getting my dad for Christmas!
My dad decided to use the ol trimmer on his eyebrows but forgot to put on the attachment. So he shaved off his eyebrow and then had do do the other one. And why was he trimming them? To look cool on his driver's license photo! I like to think about people looking at his ID and comparing eyebrows to lack of eyebrows for the next five years. Is this the same guy?
Grandpa love! My dad's dad had the uber dad sense of humor. He was always pulling quarters out of our ears and trying to get us to eat from his candy bowl of square marshmallows (cut up styrofoam) and telling us stories about that one time it was so hot in Indiana that the corn popped off the stalks and the cows thought it was snowing, so they froze to death. He was also a dedicated "ideas man" – meaning he had the ideas and he tried to get other people to actually do them.