|My dad with me and his namesake grandson in NYC.|
My dad had a column in an Indiana paper when I was very young, and he has a column again now in a Texas paper. (And he has grandchildren that are very young).
In honor of Father's Day, I decided to share one of his latest columns from the small town Texas paper. It made me smile, and I believe every Father can play an important role in bringing joy to their child(ren)'s live(s). I would also like to think that I write because he writes. (I just smiled again!)
My Lexington education continues with my most recent “learnin’. You can be snubbed by a cow. In fact, it is possible to be rejected by an entire field of bovines at one time.
Happened to me, courtesy of the herd of the kind landowner where I stay. I pulled up to the house and the entire group of double munchers immediately headed toward me. But, when they got close enough to see me, or is that smell me, they suddenly tossed their collective heads derisively and moved away. Way away.
I was puzzled as I had showered just that morning. Later, when I asked around, I got some important country information.
“If you want the cows to like you, you need to start carrying a bucket of cubes with you.”
“Feed cubes,” came the answer, with the now familiar look, “You’re not from around here, are you?”
I’m not. But I’m trying to fit in. I know, I’m still a hat, two boots and a belt buckle short, but that’s in the plans for the future.
In the meantime, I am trying to repair my wounded ego.
It’s the first time I’ve ever been rejected by a moo moo.
On a series note, my thanks to a father who always made me feel loved and beautiful, even in the face of rejection or defeat. (Dad - I'm thinking specifically of that first Midway basketball game. What was the score? 57-4?? I believe so, and I also believe I collapsed in your arms after.) Happy Father's Day to dads everywhere!!
And, of course, I have to share:
|Favorite Daddy Photos|
|First Family Photo (from 2 1/2 years ago)|