Dad's Job - Inspired by Hobbes

[JPaul]

My dad was a professor in linguistic.

Where's that.

[Dark Steno]

Whachu mean? the place?

[hobbes]

I guess my adopted father is technically still an MD, you get that for life, just without a current license to practice. I imagine most of you thought he was a rapper who simply called himself "Dr", given the streetwise tough-guy image I potray here.

His job now is sitting in boxer shorts watching baseball on the television, which I find less impressive, so it doesn't get forced into so many threads via segue.

My natural father is likely doing what Busyman's dad is. He was a professional drinker of Scotch and I haven't heard from him since I was 1.

My mother was an English teacher, who specialized in teaching the deaf. That came to an end when I showed up though. Her training made dinnertime conversations a grammatical minefield.

So when my grammar goes ary, that is NOT a mistake, just youthful rebellion.

As an aside, when my Mother sat down at the registrars desk in college and signed up for a science class, he asked her simply "why?". Times do change, eh?

Nurses and teachers, that is all they expected from women back then.

[enoughfakefiles]

My dad did his apprentice for lucas areospace building thrust reverses and he`s still there now thirty years later trainig people up, but it`s not longer lucas areospace some french pepole have took over.

[4play]

my dad was a cab office controller but was a butcher for most of his life.

[JPaul]

Whachu mean? the place?

You said he was a Prof "in linguistics", as opposed to "of linguistics".

It's a wee linguistics joke.

[JPaul]

my dad was a cab office controller but was a butcher for most of his life.

Butcher is another trade which require a long apprenticeship to be good at.

Top chefs stick with the same butcher to supply them with quality ingredients, well prepared.

[JPaul]

I guess my adopted father is technically still an MD, you get that for life, just without a current license to practice. I imagine most of you thought he was a rapper who simply called himself "Dr", given the streetwise tough-guy image I potray here.

His job now is sitting in boxer shorts watching baseball on the television, which I find less impressive, so it doesn't get forced into so many threads via segue.

My natural father is likely doing what Busyman's dad is. He was a professional drinker of Scotch and I haven't heard from him since I was 1.

My mother was an English teacher, who specialized in teaching the deaf. That came to an end when I showed up though. Her training made dinnertime conversations a grammatical minefield.

So when my grammar goes ary, that is NOT a mistake, just youthful rebellion.

As an aside, when my Mother sat down at the registrars desk in college and signed up for a science class, he asked her simply "why?". Times do change, eh?

Nurses and teachers, that is all they expected from women back then.

"ary" is perhaps the most subtle use of roddery it has ever been my pleasure to experience.

Whilst revelling in it I am at the same time saddened by that which I must have missed.

You, Sir are a cunning linguist. Are you Dark Steno's Dad at all.

[hobbes]

I guess my adopted father is technically still an MD, you get that for life, just without a current license to practice. I imagine most of you thought he was a rapper who simply called himself "Dr", given the streetwise tough-guy image I potray here.

His job now is sitting in boxer shorts watching baseball on the television, which I find less impressive, so it doesn't get forced into so many threads via segue.

My natural father is likely doing what Busyman's dad is. He was a professional drinker of Scotch and I haven't heard from him since I was 1.

My mother was an English teacher, who specialized in teaching the deaf. That came to an end when I showed up though. Her training made dinnertime conversations a grammatical minefield.

So when my grammar goes ary, that is NOT a mistake, just youthful rebellion.

As an aside, when my Mother sat down at the registrars desk in college and signed up for a science class, he asked her simply "why?". Times do change, eh?

Nurses and teachers, that is all they expected from women back then.

"ary" is perhaps the most subtle use of roddery it has ever been my pleasure to experience.

Whilst revelling in it I am at the same time saddened by that which I must have missed.

You, Sir are a cunning linguist. Are you Dark Steno's Dad at all.

Well, I did grow up in Lingusitics, but I haven't been there in ages, so I doubt it.

[RPerry]

My Father is my best friend. Although retired now (72 yrs old) He is still more active than I am. He is a " Jack-of all trades " but an excellent Mechanic. Its where he first began his career, as an aircraft mechanic in the Air Force. He also worked for Pan American before doing Carpenters work. He was an Elevator Mechanic in NYC for a few years, then I was born and he came to Florida. His last job was for Walt Disney World, where he worked for 10 yrs as E.P.C.O.T. support.
Though somehow I manged to follow in his footsteps somehow, I have more respect for one of his other "jobs". He raised my sister and I pretty much alone after the death of my mother in 1977.

I'm not alone in how much I think of my father, here is a poem written by my own sister

My Father

It's sad when you imagine the worst as I often do
and the worst I can imagine is living my life without you
when all is said and done, and all others have walked away
there you are my father, the rock that holds me up
daddy's little girl, you taught me to feed the ducks
afraid of the water you taught me how to swim
I had a dream in my heart, you taught me how to win
strong and steady, you're the arms that held me close
when cancer took my mother and fate chose you to be both
I'm not blind my father, of the things you gave away
when you fought to keep you're children and worked hard everyday
And I'm share my father you didn't know I was awake
when alone you sat at the table, and cried the night away
I'm sure you think my father, that you didn't do your best
but you see, I know the truth, and its pounding in my chest
please know, my father, that all I am is because of you
and don't ever doubt daddy, this love I feel for you
I know as long as I live, in my heart you'll be
but I don't think you know my father how much you mean to me

Dana P. Johnson

Copyright ©2005 Dana P. Johnson

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