I
have so many memories of my dad as I was a kid growing up. Playing cribbage,
sitting on the couch next to him watching TV shows like The Art Linkletter Show
and later on Columbo. Helping him in the potato patch, or more like watching
him plant or hoe or dig up potatoes. And on hot summer nights, with windows
open, one fan blowing and only one light on in the house, to supposedly keep it
cool, we’d listen to Bob Uecker give the play-by-play on the radio for the
Milwaukee Brewers. Dad would make us chocolate milkshakes using the electric
hand mixer, as we didn’t have a blender.
I
vaguely remember going to a Brewers game in the old county stadium, but for the
life of me can’t remember when that was or who I went with. Maybe I dreamed it.
In
any event, I went to my first game at Miller Park this past Friday. Beautiful
stadium and a great game. I just wish Dad could have been there with me. Oh,
but maybe he was. In spirit.
Happy
Father’s Day to all you dads out there. And to you kids whose fathers are still
alive, take them out to the ball game.
Lord God, thank You for blessing me with
a dad who raised me right and left me with so many good memories. And God,
thank You for being my Father in Heaven forever. Amen.
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