The afternoon was much like any other. I was lounging in my underwear working on an email to Axl about how to make the Reds into a contender this year when the phone rang. It was my sister. She was speaking in a hurry.
"Turn on Channel 48 news!"
"Just turn it on. Hurry!"
"Alright. It's on, but all I see is a weather forecast."
"Wait until the weatherman comes back on and look behind him."
"Dad's on there."
"Why is Dad on Channel 48's weather?" I was completely clueless at this point as to why my father would be at the TV studios.
"They're at the fire department programming weather radios for people. And Dad's up there." Ah, well now it all made perfect sense.
The weatherman came back on and sure enough, there behind him amidst a crowd, was he who reared me. It appeared the only two people who were even cognizant of the televsion camera were the weatherman--you know, because that would be his job--and my Dad.
There he stood, lingering just over the weatherman's right shoulder, looking at the camera but trying to look nonchalant at the same time.
And then... he waved.
It was both hilarious and incredibly embarrassing. And OK, maybe a tad exciting.
Sometimes I think he has discovered my blog and now he's just trying to do things to get mentioned on here.
"I'm seein' my father in me. I guess that's how it's meant to be. And I find I'm more and more like him each day..."