“Joe’s Bar & Grill”
Had I heard the familiar “Your
dime – speak!”
I might have recognized his
voice, stayed on the line,
beseeched a ride home from the
library.
But this foreign phrase persuaded
me
I must have misdialed or been
badly connected,
so I stammered an apology, hung
up the phone
embarrassed, dialed a neighbor
(with my last dime) to deliver the
message.
His truck pulled up a short time
later.
He was silent as I scrambled in,
but
mischief snickered in his eyes, and
a smile
lingered on his lips.
A remembrance of my father (ever the practical joker) for Father's Day.
You are missed, Dad.
Pamela: What an awesome story!
ReplyDeleteI am certain he is smiling in remembrance now.
Thank you, Meena! And you're right -- he's probably laughing out loud. :-))
DeleteAh - this is sweetness personified ... what a lovely memory ...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sharon! It is a lovely memory. Still makes me laugh. So glad you stopped by to enjoy! :-)
DeleteAwwwwwww agree with Sharon .... I feel like I know a part of your dad by this story - I feel his smile - and isn't that what we daughters lucky enough to have loving fathers are for - to keep "our first guys" alive! I was just going to write that I have a sense that he'd be laughing out loud and see that Meena had mentioned the same .... You've done a wonderful job with this poemic memory-making .... To "Pammy's Dad" - three cheers! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pearl! He was a character alright, and I'm sure you're both right -- he's laughing somewhere over this recollection. :-))
DeleteSweet, this... 🌼
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nurit! He WAS a character, alright. :)
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