… that today is my dad’s birthday, so pardon me while i get a bit personal on the blog and pay homage to the man who bestowed upon me a strong will (my mother just calls it “hard-headedness”), an aptitude for pulling the occasional prank, a soft heart for furry creatures, financial wisdom, the desire to continue learning, and a serious creative streak. He also gifted me with a fierce love of pop culture, making sure that I never missed out on the music, movies and television shows that were all the rage as I was growing up in the late 70‘s and coming of age in the 80‘s. Although far from frivolous, his indulgence provided me with something far too often taken for granted — the ability to experience nostalgic warmth upon hearing or seeing something that automatically transports me with warp-like speed back to the happy days of my childhood. And the triggers are vast and varied – the sight of a vintage Charlie’s Angels lunchbox (my favorite as a little girl and later, a beloved Christmas gift from my dad in my adulthood); any Clint Eastwood movie (but in particular, “The Outlaw Josey Wales”, which was my very first exposure to Clint); pre-crackup Mel Gibson movies (Lethal Weapon and the entire Mad Max series); classic rock (Van Halen, Bad Company, Grand Funk, Steely Dan, Genesis, to name but a few that were always loaded in the tape deck of his truck during the ride to school); Miami Vice (our favorite Friday night staple); “The Untouchables“ “Scarface” and “The Godfather” (but only I and II); “Superman: The Movie”; “Wonder Woman”, “The Dukes of Hazzard” and “The Incredible Hulk” (all of which were never to be missed). The list could go on and never truly be complete, but you get the general idea – my dad was pretty great. He still is, which is why, on this most joyous occasion, i’ve gotta ask him, “Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya’, punk?” Because I sure do.
Happy Birthday, Dad.