A rare day


Dad stopped over today and we had a long talk. If
you know my Dad you would know those two things
don’t normally go together as he is usually a man
of few words.

But today we talked of many things. How it feels
to be almost 90, my friend who died at the VA
hospital and life. We talked of taxes, the cost of
food, the future of gas, and family living and gone.

We verbally walked down memory lane with news
that the old home town now has over 100 residents
since the boom, how the new highway split the town
in two, and the summer of 1937.

Dad says it was so hot that year that the fields
didn’t get plowed because the horses would drop
over in the fields. And since there were no
electric fans everyone slept on the porch because
it was cooler than the house.

We talked of the trucking industry, the building
trades, and how it seem that all that was TV were
reruns he’d already seen. He did say that was
alright though because he napped through some of
them anyway.

He mentioned the bomb scare at the cemetary, the
potholes, and how noisy it had become in the city.
Through it all we drank a pot of coffee, and when
he left I walked him out to his car. He told me he
had a good time visiting and I said that I had
a good time too.

It is a rare day to get more than a one or two
word reply from Dad so I’m going to remember today
for what it was, a rare treasure.
Comments are always welcome.


5 Responses to A rare day

  1. lbeth1950 says:

    What a gift. Sometimes your cup just overflows.

  2. cruisin2 says:

    thanks. Some days it feels great to be alive.

  3. ldsrr91 says:

    Reblogged this on Creative Endeavors, The Home of BoxcarOkie.com and commented:
    Remember when you used to talk to your parents, texting wasn’t invented, no voice mail, just an occasional visit or letter? This is a really good read.

  4. ldsrr91 says:

    Reblogged this on my site, good stuff, copped a subscription. You fo well my friend.


  5. cruisin2 says:

    thanks for the reblog. We remember all those things and that we somehow always made it home before dark.

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