Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Telling It Like It Is

My Dad had a way of saying a volume of material with only a few words. It terrified me occasionally to be alone with him. He'd be driving me somewhere and ask something like, "you fool in' around with this girlfriend of yours?" I'm like 12. I would be literally speechless and he would continue with, "women are not toys, they are God's greatest gift to man. They are meant to be loved not played with. Cherish her or leave her be." Then awkward silence for the rest of the ride from Potomac to Pyle Jr. H.S.