Well, my Dad is back by popular demand! If you missed his guest post last week, I encourage you to go back and read it, here. This week, he’s sharing the other big story from his childhood that has kept us in hysterics since we can remember. I hope you enjoy it! (Aw, actually, I *know* you will enjoy it.) ONCE UPON A ‘TINE’ (Or, ‘Tine’ heals all wounds…’ almost!) As I continue my journey down memory lane, (which I don’t normally like to do, unless it’s about tormenting my older sister) another pleasant story about HER and me comes to mind and never fails to make me smile. This…
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Still The Boss of the Skating Rink After All These Years
Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in! My (and Julesie’s) Dad used to regale us with stories of his teenaged years. I always pictured him to be a little like Danny Zuko in character; you know, mischievous with a heart of gold. One of my favorite stories really isn’t a story; rather, it’s a slice of a story whose image plays in my mind often when I think of my Dad. As a teenager, he used to be the guy who rollerskated around…