Paying homage

Posted: June 20, 2009 in Uncategorized

I finally got Rock Band 2. I know, I know, I’m a little behind but hey, better late than never. For those of you that don’t have it, it is pretty awesome. Of course, it is quite a bit like the first installment of Rock Band, but with new songs. As I vegged out in my basement last night and enjoyed two out of the three Bs (if you don’t know what that means, drop me a line and I shall enlighten thee), my mind began thinking about some home improvement (this train of thought sabotaged a perfect score of “Float On” by Modest Mouse…thanks brain).

My basement is, in terms of lighting, all or nothing. Normally this isn’t a big deal, except when I’m playing video games. I don’t like watching TV in the dark as it makes me want to dance with the sheep, so some light is preferred, if not just downright necessary. And, of course, too much light is a hinderance on my game play. In order to remedy this and find a reasonable compromise of lighting, I thought I could replace the standard light switches with the dimmer switches. This would give me more control over the light in the basement, and save me a few slices of cheese in the process. While this idea sounds good on the surface, there is one problem: I don’t know how to do it.

How do I remedy this issue with lack of knowledge? The library? The Interweb? Those are all well and good, but I have a resource that is more reliable than both: my dad. Long before the Internet took over our lives and made locating information as easy as a slutty monkey on Viagra, there was your dad. Dads know everything, and even if they didn’t really know it, when they told it to you, it became the gospel. My father is particularly knowledgeable, and a million times more handy than I could ever hope to be. Because of this, I can’t think of a better resource for information gathering than my pops.

As I have gotten older, his advice and presence in my life has remained constant. I can’t think of a singular time that my father steered me down the wrong path, intentionally or unintentionally. It may not be what I want to hear, but it was always what I needed to hear. When something broke as a young man, he was there to fix it. When money was tight and I need a life preserver, he threw it to me. When I was crushed and need a shoulder to cry on, he was there. There were never any preconditions or questions about my sanity, just my dad being my dad.

I am not a father, but should I ever been blessed enough to have children of my own, I can only hope that I am half the man my father has been over the years, and that my influence on my children is as strong as his influence has been on me. On this Father’s Day weekend my friends, take a moment to thank your dad for all he has done. Fathers often go unrewarded for the lifetime of sacrifice they provide us as children; as teenagers; as adults. A simple ‘thank you’ will go a long way to letting them know that they are appreciated as parents, as men, and perhaps most importantly, as friends. If your father isn’t in your life, find a father to thank; it will be appreciated more than you will ever know.

Thank you dad for being the single biggest influence on my life. Thank for being patient and understanding. Through the tattoos and piercings and schools and women and car accidents, you were always there for me. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass throughout the years, but just think…what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and you aren’t dead yet.

One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.
–George Herbert



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