Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.
This weekend is Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day, all you fathers! Above is a picture of my daughter and me and then, me and my Dad.
I’m kind of on the fence about Father’s Day. On the one hand, you have me. I’ll forever be a father, but I was robbed of being a Dad. Robbed by a kidnapper who took my kid to Texas. Mind you, I couldn’t do much because I was in the intensive care unit. Hey, this sounds like a bad country song. On the other hand, I had an amazing Dad. He was an artist, a California Cowboy (ranch hand), in the army, and a star football player for USC. He was also an activist and an environmentalist. Pretty cool guy. Any values as an artist, I got from him. He was my mentor. I always think about him when I’m composing an image.
Actually, I always think about my daughter every day. I guess that’s what makes me ever a father.
Going back to my dad, it was pretty cool. I always had a special day with Dad. It was just Dad and me on Sunday. Good one on one time. I still remember well. I was allowed to do anything I wanted with Dad. All I wanted to do was go to Hooters. Nah, actually, there were no themed restaurants back then. No Dave & Busters. No Chucky Cheese. No Hooters. The only thing they really had was McDonalds. But all I wanted to do was go to Central Park and climb rocks. Inexpensive kid, right? I guess I should have been a rock climber. I think it’s good for young parents to know that their kid should spend quality time with their father. I mean, I still remember it and that’s pretty good for someone like me.
Anyway, Happy Father’s Day to all you Dads.
Love and miss you guys. And I was just kidding about all the Hooters things. Don’t take your kid to Hooters. Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice