I still recall my younger sister, Dad and I sitting around the chartreuse-colored footstool and playing cards. I didn't retain the knowledge, but it shows what a terrific fellow my father was. Mom said he was more like a kid than a lot of kids. I'm certain that he was ADHD, as I am, so that would be an accurate description.
Once when we stopped so that he could run an errand, he returned with a silver cone that I imagine was for adding oil to an engine (he ran a service station). Getting in the car, he promptly popped it on top of his head and announced, "Look at me! I'm Tom Terrific!" Mom reports that we began chanting, "I want a Tom Terrific hat! I want a Tom Terrific hat!" I'm not sure what they did to quiet our demands. Mom probably explained that it was just a joke.
So, Dad was exactly the type of father who would teach his two little girls how to play poker like Bret and Bart Maverick.
We lost him just past his 47th birthday, but we have so many memories of him that make us smile and laugh even with the tears.
(W)hat are we without our dreams?
Making sure our fantasies
Do not overpower our realities. ~ RC
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