My dad's name shows up a lot in a Google search, because he is and always has been very active in his community: Boy Scout leader, Sunday School teacher, speaker, or on the board of what seems like countless organizations, or being interviewed in the local paper. Lots of interviews. Some times he shows up in public venues just for clowning around.
One year when I was living in San Jose I was listening to a talk show out of LA on the radio. The show was covering a crazy demonstration in La Jolla, my home town. A fancy gourmet club met there monthly to sample unusual dishes; on that particular day there was Lion Steak on the menu. (Farm raised lion...lions breed rapidly.)
The word got out and people were picketing the restaurant, outraged that lion meat and meat from other game animals were being served. The radio show was making fun of the picketer, and commented that among the signs was one sign that read
"Save the lions, eat cats. Tastes same, just smaller"
I knew, clear up in San Jose, that it was my dad holding that sign. Sure enough, as soon as he had heard about the ridiculous protest, he had hoped on his Honda motorcycle with his own sign and joined right in with the mob. It took awhile for the mob to realize what his sign said...but the radio hosts were cracking up.
My dad...the original "Thinks Different" guy. Whether he was being pulled to pieces by his older twin sisters, or living in an orphanage, heading off to boot camp (Navy boot camp...San Diego boy got sent to IDAHO!), and then to WWII, marrying the prettiest girl at San Diego State, raising two kids, running his own business, fishing, hunting, gardening...he has always been a busy man.
He tells me he is proud that I'm his daughter.
I'm very proud that he's my father!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!