When someone dies, I try hard to remember the things they said. It's funny because the sayings pop into my mind at the unlikeliest of times...
My father's typical joshin' around with his buddies.
About Thatch, my brother's Cocker Spaniel. We had Doberman Pinschers when I was growing up...
To one of his associates that was flirting with me.
My father about his sister.
My father to me. I was the pickiest of eaters but never about sweets.
Me: What if I can't figure it out?
My father: You're smart. I know that you can do it.
Me: You're spoiled.
My father: You are too.
My father schmoozing me to go over to my aunt's house and help her figure out a deep fryer. He had promised her, around 7:30 a.m., that he would come and help. It was round 2 p.m. when the schmoozing started. I went to help my aunt and we did figure out how to get the thing going without blowing ourselves up. In the meantime, I was fascinated by how much oil went into the fryer.
My father about a poet that we knew who referred to himself as Hurricane R during their football playing days.
My father: I chase women.
After my father spotted a gray hair in my head. In essence, I was cramping his public persona.
My father after major surgery.
(My father's advice while teaching me how to drive...)
(More driving advice)