Saturday, June 16, 2012

JOE'S BAR & GRILL



“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. 
 




8 comments:

  1. Pamela: What an awesome story!

    I am certain he is smiling in remembrance now.

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    1. Thank you, Meena! And you're right -- he's probably laughing out loud. :-))

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  2. Ah - this is sweetness personified ... what a lovely memory ...

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    1. Thanks, Sharon! It is a lovely memory. Still makes me laugh. So glad you stopped by to enjoy! :-)

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  3. Awwwwwww 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! :)

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    1. Thanks, Pearl! He was a character alright, and I'm sure you're both right -- he's laughing somewhere over this recollection. :-))

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    1. Thanks, Nurit! He WAS a character, alright. :)

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