Song for our ancestors.

Is this a father’s day kind of blog?

Don’t know, I was thinking about things, that song came into my mind.

(one of my early steve miller faves)

Why, not sure, nice guitar, great fog horn.

Love the lyrics as well:

“I hear that fog horn moaning,

  It’s moaning out at sea,

 And It sure ain’t a good thing,

For either you or me.

Well I shot a man in…”

Wait, that’s not it at all, what just happened?

Actually, I did have to look up the name, just to get it right; I was thinking ‘forefathers’.

When I found it, I got a link to go to see the lyrics for the song, couldn’t resist that one.

Found out that the song was an ‘instramantle’.

I think that’s like a cloak made from a guitar, maybe.

But hey, it’s ancestor’s day tomorrow, at least on the male side.

Things I will always remember about my father.

•           Even into my 50’s, often when we’re talking, just the two of us, he calls me ‘boy’, for me, that’s a special word, no matter who uses it.
•           Once, early 60’s he gave me his only advice on work, “always live east of your job, then you’re never driving into the sun”
•           Bagpipe records
•           The conversations we’ve had in the last ten years or so, when it was just the two of us going somewhere in his car.
•           I remember back in the Maryland years, pre-62 or 63, can never quite remember.  We had to stop at ‘the base’ for something he needed. Strange atmospheric evening, the guard at the gate pointed out that the northern lights were really showing brightly. Not like sometimes that far ‘south’ where they are just a glowing on the horizon, these were large, high in the sky, shifting, moving.  The three of us just stood there, outside the car, watching them
•           When I was young, and I’d ask him a question, his stock answer would be, “we have $400 worth of encyclopedia in the other room, look it up.”  Two things about this: I used to read them just to read something, maybe that’s partly why I am like I am, the other thing… I would never remember how to spell ‘encyclopedia’ if it weren’t for that darned cricket!
•           When I was older, I could call him anytime, with any kind of question, and he always knew the answer! Prime example, I needed to know the ‘step’ where a solid becomes a gas, he instantly told me. (and no, I still don’t remember it, but I could call him today, at almost 90, and I bet he’d know.)

There were other things I was thinking about posting today, but reading back over this one, I think it stands just fine on it’s own.

Happy father’s day to us all!