32 hours of blessing - Time with the 'Old Man' and my Dad is like jazz.
I don't think it's a big secret how I feel about my Dad. In other blog posts, facebook updates or heck...just flat out conversation with me. When the subject of my Dad comes up...I don't hold back anymore. I am a fan. It started when I was a kid of course. I think most young sons when they have a father as engaged and present as mine was...have some sort of feelings for their Dad. Even ones who may not be the best 'father' on the planet...there is something to the bond between a Father and his Son. I remember seeing my Dad as my protector, provider and at times...the ruiner of fun. I still can't sit through "The Jungle Book" to this day because when it first was re-released to theaters in 1978...my Dad took my sister and I with our Mom to see it. We weren't there ten minutes and we were running around the theatre and being general brats. Dad gets us, takes us out and said we weren't going to stay because we were just too bad. I remem...