My dad always doted on us when we were growing up (well, even now that we're three grown women). One of my favorite times as a kid was when he would take me to Burger King, as an occasional special treat, before my four-hour long series of dance classes. We'd share fries and do math homework together. French fries and dance class are quite the contrast, but to this day, I'll take BK fries over McDonald's anytime!
He has a quirky sense of eccentricity, without knowing it. For example, he mows the lawn in an old sombrero hat from Chevy's Mexican Restaurant. It's the funniest sight. He says it's the perfect shape and size to shield from the blazing Florida sun. Makes sense.
My dad is always building something out of leftover or found materials and objects. He once turned a few pieces of scrap aluminum and glass into this fabulous, minimalist-style display stand with multi-tiered shelving. I said that I liked it, and the next thing I knew, I had a similar one made of black-painted aluminum. I use it for displaying small objects, framed photos, and part of my extensive magazine collection.
Then again, he's also had some very weird ideas, including this insane mailbox for the front of the house which he built to outsmart punk neighborhood kids who would walk by after school and swipe everyone's mail. It was the sturdiest, most bizarre-looking mailbox fashioned out of PVC piping and aluminum, and had some kind of trick door. It was (is) genius and hideous all at once. (That mailbox is still in use.) And it worked, because the kids couldn't get into it anymore without some serious effort.
Happy Father's Day!
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