Tuesday, June 21, 2005
The funeral is over. It was much better than I expected. Two of my dad's best friends got up and spoke about him. Of course, there was the party afterwards. It was a very fitting tribute. The preacher read a poem that some one wrote about my father. RC got up and said some very moving words. Then his friend JP got up and told a story about him. I had heard it before, but it's classic for my Dad.
One year my father had a Christmas tree at the bar. December 24th rolled around and JP asked my dad what he had planned to do with it. My dad said that he could have it. He even helped him load into the back of his truck. JP offered money for it, but my father wouldn't take anything for it. The next morning JP told his wife about it and they went out to look at the tree. It turned out that it was just a stick. The tree was so dead that all the remaining needles blew off on the ride home. JP's wife then asked if he had actually paid my father for it. Six months later my father took JP on a trip without telling him where. It turned out to be a nursery that had been closed for quite some time. My father then asked him for landscaping advice and which stick would look best in the yard.
I had a lot of people offer to help with the remodeling of my father's house in Nashville. I also even had a few job offers. I had a few schmucks tell me before that Ingram was a good place to work at. Of course, being that they are schmucks I took it with a grain of salt. My dad's friend RC told me that I should go out there and get a job. He's a boss on first shift. He said that they are so hard up to keep people that actually want to work third shift that they would teach me how to drive a cherry picker. I guess I'll consider it after the funeral.
One year my father had a Christmas tree at the bar. December 24th rolled around and JP asked my dad what he had planned to do with it. My dad said that he could have it. He even helped him load into the back of his truck. JP offered money for it, but my father wouldn't take anything for it. The next morning JP told his wife about it and they went out to look at the tree. It turned out that it was just a stick. The tree was so dead that all the remaining needles blew off on the ride home. JP's wife then asked if he had actually paid my father for it. Six months later my father took JP on a trip without telling him where. It turned out to be a nursery that had been closed for quite some time. My father then asked him for landscaping advice and which stick would look best in the yard.
I had a lot of people offer to help with the remodeling of my father's house in Nashville. I also even had a few job offers. I had a few schmucks tell me before that Ingram was a good place to work at. Of course, being that they are schmucks I took it with a grain of salt. My dad's friend RC told me that I should go out there and get a job. He's a boss on first shift. He said that they are so hard up to keep people that actually want to work third shift that they would teach me how to drive a cherry picker. I guess I'll consider it after the funeral.
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