Old Man

I doubt I have much in common with the person that made this sign.

364 days…that’s how long it’s been since a new album was added to the photo page. But I’m happy to announce that Abby now has her own folder on the SOB. And she has promised to upload pictures on a regular basis. For now, here’s The Summer of Abby.

Every now and again I’m reminded of a story about my dad. He had a great sense of humor, and enjoyed a good time. He also loved to hunt and fish.

I didn’t mind fishing, but never really took to hunting. I couldn’t understand why someone would spend an entire day walking on a frozen field trying to shoot a little quail – when KFC was right down the street.

One week he kept asking me to go hunting with him on Saturday. I really didn’t want to go, so I kept dodging the question.

My mom was in the kitchen making brownies the day he came looking for me. “You going, boy?” he asked, while zipping up his hunting jacket.

“I’m going to stay here and help mom,” I replied.

He kissed her goodbye. Then he looked at me and said, “Have a good time baking your little cupcakes.”

Old man take a look at my life, I’m a lot like you. I  need someone to love me the whole day through.