Our good friend John Amato of Crooks & Liars' father passed away last night.
We wish him comfort and love in his time of sorrow. John, many people love you, I hope that helps.
Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
When I was 5 my Dad put me on his shoulders to wade thru snow drifts to reach our home.
When I was 10 he taught me to shoot a rifle and a shotgun. And to never assume any gun was unloaded. And to never, ever, ever point a gun at anything you don't intend to kill.
When I was 11 he took me to DisneyLand and the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl to see our hometown team lose.
When I was 12 he taught me to shoot pool. Neither one of us had the desire to shoot anything else at that point.
When I was 17 he gave me money for rent after I'd dropped out of High School against his fervent wishes.
When I was 21 he gave me money for my last year of college and I graduated summa cum laude.
When I was 27 he co-signed a loan for my audio company to expand.
When I was 30 he sent me rent money to keep my head above (white) water.
When I was 35 I was able to fete him in L.A. at the venue I was working at.
When I was 40 I got to spend some of his last, best days with him.
Happy Father's Day Dad. I wish you were here.
When I was 10 he taught me to shoot a rifle and a shotgun. And to never assume any gun was unloaded. And to never, ever, ever point a gun at anything you don't intend to kill.
When I was 11 he took me to DisneyLand and the Rose Parade and the Rose Bowl to see our hometown team lose.
When I was 12 he taught me to shoot pool. Neither one of us had the desire to shoot anything else at that point.
When I was 17 he gave me money for rent after I'd dropped out of High School against his fervent wishes.
When I was 21 he gave me money for my last year of college and I graduated summa cum laude.
When I was 27 he co-signed a loan for my audio company to expand.
When I was 30 he sent me rent money to keep my head above (white) water.
When I was 35 I was able to fete him in L.A. at the venue I was working at.
When I was 40 I got to spend some of his last, best days with him.
Happy Father's Day Dad. I wish you were here.
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