As I write this latest post, it's early morning Father's Day. For all of us in our family, this one will be a bit different. Dad passed away months ago. He was bigger than life, had boat loads of charisma, and enjoyed a good joke and cigar. He also was a BIG ham.
Years ago, his brothers, sisters and cousins would get together at Christmas time and have a "party for grownups." A big part of that was Dad's funny tape recording where he would mercilessly roast all those in attendance with bawdy, inside, family humor. (Think Dean Martin celebrity roast and you're on the right track). It drew big laughs, and those in attendance couldn't wait to hear what he had drummed up that year, even if the cringe factor was off the scale.
Dad had one of those old reel to reel tape recorders and a microphone always set up in the bedroom, and when the inspiration hit him, he'd fire it up and use homemade sound effects, and his own devilish vocal delivery, to tell a funny story or joke about some unsuspecting family member. I remember him laughing hysterically as he put the whole thing together,and I could tell he truly enjoyed creating that year's comical masterpiece. It was, as they say, a labor of love.
This is one of my favorite memories of Dad on this Father's Day. Another is of our Sunday morning golf outings, where he taught me the game that I still enjoy to this day.
Thanks for the laughs Dad, and the memories.