It was summertime
It was just like last year
looking out from the window of a truck
on the wheat fields
and farmhouses
playing my favorite game
of wondering
who might live there
Manitoba 2007
came home once I saw the blue skies
except I wasn't in Manitoba
and it wasn't 2007
I was on the highway out of Toronto
I was on my way to Niagra Falls
My father never liked my train of thought
he said I was too impulsive
or too irresponsible
or too lazy
or too preoccupied with silly dreams
I guess it takes an enemy
to bring you closer to center
I suppose that's what it was
But the satellite radio was just too good
that day
for me to waste my time worrying about consequences
I ordered the most expensive whiskey on the menu
and made lewd jokes that tested the limits of
the new friendships that i had made
it just heightened the mood anyway
but that's not what my father would have said
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This would be great if it wasn't 2007
Dad's are often right.
Dad's are ALWAYS right.
Makes me wonder how my kids will think of me in 20 years...
P.S. Dads are never right!
Of course not, they just think they are....although you're a dad, and if you say dads are never right, maybe you're right. But if I say it then I must be. Okay, wait a minute...
wow. fabulous, a. love it. vivid images and emotions.
this travels, shifts and moves me.
i like the liminal spaces it describes.
and the tightly woven complexity.
awesome
I love my Dad, but I know he's not right all the time. But I'm not right all the time either
My Dad is so different from me that I have learned to incorporate his advice into my own values. It acts as a buffer, brings me closer to center.
He was cool when i was little, he's a physicist so he used to show me the moons around Jupiter with a telescope. Very vivid memory.
I'd like to see that again, anyone in Montreal have access to a telescope?
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