I never got a lot of what my Dad said. Listening wasn't my strong suite. He was also very sarcastic. Chloe, who was three at the time, cryed almost every time I talked to her until my wife explained she doesn't get my sarcasm. She told me sarcasm is a mean way to communicate and I agree.
My Dad was a sarcastic optimist with bad luck, which leads to dumb dumb daddyo #8; whenever I did something gross or ill mannered he say, "Good thing you're home. Where you can itch where it scratches!"
Maybe I still don't get it, but I think it meant, to him, "a man has got to do what a man has got to do." and "love what you got." Plain and simple truths to live by. DDD
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