I don't usually post on weekends, so in honor of Father's Day I thought I'd share this picture a day late. It's a photo of my dad from before I was born. I think it was taken in the late '50's but I'm not sure. He looks like a regular bad ass, doesn't he? Between his car, the jacket, the cigar in his hand and his, "I'm too cool for the world," posture, he leaves little room for doubt.
I could write a novel about my father. He's currently in his 70's and he's had a very, very, interesting life. He's quite a character and it's impossible to describe him in just a few sentences. Due to a rocky childhood, he moved in with his best friend's family as a teen. Intellectually gifted, he went on to work for NASA for most of his career.
Yes my dad, Mr. Bad Ass, is a rocket scientist.
When I was young my dad was a strict disciplinarian. I remember being scared to death of making him angry. In turn, he remembers me as the only one of his children who would stand up to him, look him in the eye, and declare emphatically, "No!" with full defiance and no outward sign of fear. (Inside I was quaking with concern over repercussions from my rebellious attitude, but my fear apparently never surmounted my boldness.)
I was an adult before my parents informed me he respected my daring and that it was all he could do not to laugh at my obstinance. Oh, how I wish someone had told me that when I was five!
My dad is now a grandpa several times over. He's the biggest softy imaginable.
Happy Father's Day dad! I love you!
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