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My dad is a very religious guy, and while I don’t share his religion, I deeply admire both his values and his ability to live up to them. He’s also ridiculously smart, and very involved in his community. I’d love to grow up to be like him.
Well, he’s dead. He drowned years ago. But he was a tall, funny, slightly-distant economist.
Who? He.
Dale Topham.
My dad’s an MIT graduate, former optical engineer and former Dixieland jazz musician, whose high point (for me) was a recording of him singing “Blues My Naughty Sweety Gives to Me” while playing banjo. He is now, sadly, a shadow of his former dynamic self.
You are, BOP. [winks]
that depends on how intoxicated I am.
Papa was a rodeo
Mama was a rock’n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer
Before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas
Love was a trucker’s hand
Never stuck around long enough
For a one-night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
Never met the dude, nor my half-sister and his wife, whose existence I know of only because my mom once came across a book that he had written and dedicated to his wife and daughter. His legacy to me consists mostly of an obscure sense of pride I get from referring to myself as a skinny bastard.
Bob Saget