"Happy Father's Day"

I tried writing this one for Father's Day. Actually had it ready for printing, proofread and every thing, when the Google Gods stepped in and wouldn't allow me to publish. Because I didn't bother to save it, my foray became kaput, fini.'

It began by saying "Happy Father's Day" to Slippery who sent me a nice F.D. card electronically. Thank you, Slip, it read. "And you have one, too."

And I went into how my dad left the Catfish team circa 1954. And how he came to my "Rowdy High Graduation," and how he stopped by Truck U. in the 70's, while I was pursuing higher education. And how I never saw him again until the 90's. And how he had had an auto accident in the 80's which curtailed his travelling-seems he was a salesman.

I only saw my dad a few times in my lifetime. He left the north forty and began a new family in a new town. Seems I have two half-brothers, whom I have never seen.

My dad died this year or maybe it was last year. Can't remember. We didn't find out until after the fact.

So Father's Day never meant much to me.

Maybe my foray into the past was not meant to see the light of day. But is rewritten here for no particular reason.

Gimme shelter, v.c.

P.S. And thanks also go out to the Hootster for giving me a plug on his site today.

P.S.S. From John Lennon:

(clock chiming)
Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I wanted you but you didn't want me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Farther, you left me but I never left you,
I needed you but you didn't need me,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Children, don't do what I have done,
I couldn't walk and I tried to run,
So I got to tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home.
Mama don't go,
Daddy come home...