Happy Father’s Day!

My Dad doesn’t drink or smoke.  He smoked a pipe for a few years.

This is my Dad picking up a bundle of tobacco that fell off a truck, probably late 70’s/early 80’s.

I believe this photo was taken in Kentucky when we were still living, or in the process of moving there.  He wasn’t smoking a pipe during this time period.

If I remember it correctly,  it was Mom that actually wanted the thing to use as decoration.  Although,  in the past Dad had been known to stop and pick up something on the road.

Dad once stopped to catch a tarantula that was in the middle of a Texas street,  just to bring it home to me.  It was one of the coolest things that sticks out in my mind that my Dad did for me as a kid.  He was bitten in the process.  He toughed it out.  I brought it to school for show and tell.  I was the man of the 1/4 hour.

Technically I think it was/is illegal to possess a bundle of tobacco, but call it civil disobedience.  It stayed in a vase for a very long time.  I tried smoking it when I was a teenager.  It was harsh and very stale.  Ahhh, good times.

And yes, despite all the rumors – I do have parents.  I was not hatched in a lab.