My dad was only available for sailing

. It always seemed that he was working.Nothing against that. Kinda like that old song."When I grow up I'm going to be just like dad or something like that..My truly fond memories with dad were always boat related. We never went fishing, cut wood, we went to I think 3 movies with together( I can remember all three: The Sword in the Stone, Downhill Racer ( that was a real kick ) and the Charge of the Light Brigade) never ate Chinese food or go to a fast food joint, never shared a pizza. I never saw him even eat one., never came to a game, wrote me two letters when I was away at school.But all in all. I sense that my father being an only child who had his mother run off with a French pilot just after WW1 made him uneasy to show a lot of affection and was actually slightly afraid of his kids to boot. He loved us in his own way and we knew it even if he didn't express it. I mean, he was 10 when he wrote a letter to his mother to as her "to Come Home Please."
Dad's idea of teaching me how to drive was
Me...Get in the passenger side(kinda an order
Then drive a fair distance in the woods, stop and get out
followed by, "get behind the wheel!" at age six and old enough to drive.
then tell me to get it home. he'd see me there later. Swimming? Lordy, he threw the dog in the water and then me!!!Theory I suspect " he will sink or swim." belief.I grabbed the dog's tail until the dog got out..

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