Some family friends had a go-cart and one day we all went to a large, empty parking lot. Dad was quite worried when I got behind the wheel because I was only nine or ten at the time. He made the unfortunate decision of monitoring my motoring skills by walking in front of me. Lowering my helmeted head and envisioning a bulls-eye, I floored it...chasing him all over the parking lot. (Evil child, evil child). I'm sure a YouTube video of that event would have accumulated a gazillion hits!
When I was twenty-three, I was involved in a freak accident at a baseball game. The bat slipped out of the batter's hand and flew into the stands, landing on my forehead. (I ended up with a concussion, four skull fractures and twenty-eight stitches). Being the consummate comedian, he would tell me my black eyes reminded him of the Tareyton cigarette commercial, “I'd rather fight than switch," I made an attractive raccoon, and my favorite … I looked like a boxer that went one too many rounds.
Dad, you and I went through a lot in my sixty+ years, but what warms my heart and humbles me the most was your unconditional love. The period in my life when I fell as far as anyone could, the days when I caused you unrelenting embarrassment and heartache, your hand was always there to pick me up and your arms were there to hug me.