THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
I had it
pretty good growing up.My family lived
in comfortable homes, we never went hungry, we took regular vacations and in general we led a
well- heeled solid middle class life.
worked hard to give us that life.He
traveled a lot, worked late hours, and often cut his own vacations short for
work.My dad made sure to come to our
events when possible.He taught me to
sail, to bowl and to play golf.Dad went
to all my football games in high school and captured them on 8mm film.
think that a son would be happy to reward a dad like this by doing small chores
or favors without complaint. Well I
did. There was one chore that I detested
and I guess I was pretty good about not complaining, but it was horrible.
when we were watching TV and a commercial came on, my dad would ask for a
“Joe, would you get up and make me a
“Sure pop, what do you want?”
knew what he would want and I shuddered to think of it.
“Just slap some liverwurst on a slice
LIVERWURST!Oh the humanity!
don’t really know what liverwurst is, I think it is some kind of pig liver
sausage.It stinks.It has a pasty consistency.It looks gross, it smells gross, and pops
loved it. It was all I could do to slap
that crap on bread and not lose my dinner.Just the thought of that smell brings back horrible memories.The smell lingered, and just by preparing it
the smell clung to your person.There
was no escape.
I grew up in
a WASP family.We were not
demonstrative.I don’t think I ever told
my father that I loved him.