Yesterday on Facebook, I made the following crack:
Driving with my kids, listening to talk radio as they complain. I have officially become my father. :)
Apparently I'm not the only one who sees that happening to themselves. It is often thought of as a bad thing, but, in a lot of ways, I am very content with it.
Since yesterday, I have been thinking a lot about my dad. He had been gone for 9 years now, and I miss him.
When I was a young lad, back in the early Seventies, I thought my dad was great. He was quiet, solid as a rock, and had huge calf muscles from working on a ranch most of his life. He had served in the Navy in WWII, served a mission, graduated from Utah and got his Masters from BYU. He was kind, a good provider, a Church leader, and very, very good to my mother. He rarely lost his temper, but when he did...
But Dad wasn't very cool. (At least to a kid my age.) Evidence? He shot free-throws underhand. Need I say more? But, for one brief period of time, he changed that. He had a flash of cool that I felt was the stuff on legend.
One afternoon, my friends and I were out riding our bikes - because that's all we ever seemed to do - when a car pulled up into our driveway. I didn't recognize the car. It was a kind of a beige-yellow color, but I was pretty sure I recognized the model.
The door opened, and my dad got out. What? I dropped my bike on the ground and walked over to him. He waited until the rest of the family was outside, and then announced that it was his new car. I don't know if it was a surprise to Mom or not, but I don't recall her being overjoyed. I was.
It was a Ford Gran Torino.
Awesome! Sure, it was beige-ish yellow, but it was actually a Gran Torino. And that was cool. Why? Because even I knew, at my young age, I knew who else drove a Ford Gran Torino.
Yes, it was true. Our family would now be driving along the Wasatch Front in the same vehicle that starred alongside Paul-Michael Glaser and David Soul. OK, it wasn't exactly the same. It wasn't red with a cool white stripe on it, and it didn't have cool tires. And yes, it did look more like a family sedan that the one on TV. And nobody would ever drive it faster than the speed limit. And no, we never drove any one as cool as Huggy Bear around.
But it was a Gran Torino, and that surely counts for something.