my father does not read my site.

thank GOD.

so a father’s day tribute here would be slightly pointless. but i have written of him before, and will probably do so in the future. there’s a post from last october called “daddy”, which, in one story, summarized what a fantastic father he truly is. i would link to it, but my mac doesn’t like the link button.

oddly enough, this father’s day, he is again on the IMP stage. he is again playing an old codger, someone really oblivious to all happening around him. and, again, he dies.

he’s pretty damn good, though. he’s my favorite daddy up there.

my father has this amazing ability to remain humble and knowledgable at the same time. he has answers he doesn’t readily dispense, and he has no problem asking if he’s clueless. and he’s just a good ole guy.

my father skipped his high school graduation because his band had a gig.

he has played foosball with andre the giant. he said andre played the entire table by himself because his hands were so huge.

when i was backing out of the driveway in my car in 1998 or so, i sideswiped his car. completely took his mirror off. and all he said was, “sar-ah..” in that way that broke my heart because i knew i had disappointed him. he, like all fantastic fathers i know, never had to yell. he could just use tone of voice.

daddy always had an old beater car so the family could have a nicer car. i still, to this day, want an old orange truck like ole “la-la”. all of his cars smell the same.

he looks forward to christmas every year, because someone will give him flannel pj pants. on years that he’s been really good, they have pockets.

he is always doing eighty things at once. he once was signing a card for jenni while juggling a bazillion tasks. jenni asked us later who “dan” was.

he never held it against me that i played clarinet, violin, and piano.. or took jazz and ballet.. ooh, i forgot guitar.

i love running into people who know him, because they always grin from ear to ear when they talk about how much they like him.

we may not have a unique name, but we are the last of the Brown legacy. all of my generation of browns are girls. my daddy, god love him, is the reason i’m keeping my last name.

he is amazing. he’s worthy of the trip to see jekyll & hyde next weekend. just look for the lee high general.