So I Went Home For Christmas...

You need to meet my Dad. No seriously, he's one of the most entertaining cats that has graced the planet. He doesn't try, nothing is forced, yet he continually brings it. A lifetime of civil service (military and postal) has no doubt chiseled him into the personality he is today.

This particular day found me riding in a vehicle with Pop. His driving style is bipolar at best...continually alternating between 75 and 45 mph, with no real modus operandi. This is all beside the point.

President Ford had died the night before and seeing opportunity to crack wise, I said "Sure is nice to see that they lowered the flag for James Brown".

Dad just looked at me in disgust. I was proud.