Anecdotes

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Dad made such an impression.  He was vibrant and colorful, and quite a comedian!  Whenever he was asked, “How are you, Bud?” he would reply, “Miserable!”

If you ever kept Dad waiting, you would hear about it:  “What the Hell are you waiting for?  Christmas?”

If you were making noise, Dad would say, "What do you want, a rattle box?"

Dad would fall asleep at the table every night after supper, upon the newspaper that he was reading. He fell asleep in the most uncomfortable positions imaginable. Upon waking, nearly every time, he had the same muttered expression: "Bullshit!"

I once made the mistake of telling Dad what I had spent on a pound of gourmet coffee.  “Eight dollars???? What’s it got, gold in it?”

I remember sitting with my mother in the truck, while he was yapping with yet another farmer.  Mom had her knitting with her (She was prepared!).  It kept on getting later, and I saw my father swatting mosquitoes, which did not deter him from talking.  Mom was not happy that he still had to go home and do the milking, for it was getting dark.  It was this human interaction upon which Dad thrived, no matter that it made him late for milking the cows.

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