I got nothing.
As this publishes I will be speeding through Massachusetts, and because of this, I am straining my brain on a Thursday night, trying to figure out what in the hell to write.
Nothing.
My Dad would tell me to “Let me give you some advice, never accept a wooden nickel.” But he was joking. I mean, not about the fact that wooden nickels are not generally legal tender. He didn’t actually THINK I would take a wooden nickel, he was just yanking my chain. And yes, I know it’s not a particularly original joke. Still funny. The classics always are.
When I was a kid, as I talked into my mother’s ear to tell her a secret, my dad would say “cover her other ear, I can hear what you’re saying.” Mom says “and I would feel a little hand go over my other ear.”
Dad also told me that Mom was older than him. (Not true.) The logic: all girls are older than boys. “You’re older than Billy, aren’t you? Don’t tell your Mom.” He had me going for several years before Mom found out.
Damn, I miss that guy.
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