he used to take me to lowes.
just so i could ring all the doorbells.
we used to make little fires under the deck.
and sometimes we would even roast hot dogs.
[on sticks we sharpened with the swiss army knife]
sometimes he would take me to Dairy Queen.
we always got onion rings.
remember that one time we thought
that sugar shaker was salt?
when we gardened he always showed me the "mr. worms" he found.
i loved worms.
speaking of worms,
he took me fishing even when all we caught was sunfish.
he taught me how to drive in the church parking lot.
when i was 8.
then i graduated to driving on the farm.
i still remember the day i made it into third gear.
probably the same day i stalled 50 times in a row.
he shared his love of backpacking with me.
pasta primavera for days.
love you dad, you're a helluva guy.
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