It’s Father’s Day Weekend, 2011. I’m missing and remembering my dad, even after 13 years. I’m loving and celebrating my boys, who are both dads themselves now. And my sweet wife gave me the coolest Father’s Day gift ever.
So, as a shout-out and thanks to her, I offer…
A Short Story
It was Father’s Day week-end and I just wanted to have some Good, Clean Fun. What was I to do? I’m getting up there in years you know… it’s not as easy to have fun as it used to be. I pondered some ideas from the days of my youth but realized, That Was Then, This Is Now.
Yet, I still wanted, with all my Heart And Soul to have some fun… Oh My My…
As I sat and contemplated these Words, I heard music echoing through the woods. What is that? An orchestra? No. A solo artist? No. It’s a band! So, I sat a while to Listen To The Band.
I remembered dreaming, as a teen, of playing in a band – Someday Man, I thought back then. But that day never came.
The music called to me. Through the woods I wandered, until without warning my foot was caught in a soft, non-tragic wolf-trap.
Ug. Alone in the woods, music so loud no one could hear me yell. Then I remembered my smarter-than-I-phone. I pulled it from my pocket and called up The Girl I Knew Somewhere – the girl I knew from everywhere in my life, really, my sweetheart.
She could hardly hear me for the music and the weeping (I have a very, very low threshold of pain). “Where are you” she asked, “in Tear Drop City?”
“No,” I cried – “I’m caught in a wolf-trap and it’s Father’s Day Weekend!”
“I know it’s Father’s Day Weekend, but I don’t know anything about wolf-traps. Did you call Valleri, I think she works with traps?”
“No. No. I’m out in the woods and I don’t have her number. My battery is running low. I just need you to come and get me.”
“Me?! I’m busy right now. I’m Not Your Steppin’ Stone.”
“Baby,” I cried. “I’m not taking you for granted, I promise. I need some help.”
“Well, alright. How do I get to you?”
“Just take the Last Train To Clarksville then walk into the woods toward the music.”
Adele offered one more question: What makes you think I can help? I told her I believed in her! She reviewed the situation with me… you’re stuck in a wolf-trap, in the woods, listening to a band and you honestly think I can help because you believe in me?
Exactly, I affirmed, I’m A Believer – I know you can do this.
She reflected aloud, “Hmmm, sounds to me like you’re more of a Daydream Believer.”
Though filled with questions and doubts, she took that train, listened for the band, and headed out into the woods.
When she finally found me, my will was growing weak. I looked up into those sparkling blue eyes and said, “It’s Nice To Be With You.”
She took a look at the wolf-trap and said, “This will not be easy… it’s going to take A Little Bit Me/A Little Bit You.” I told her I’d give it my best shot.
We pulled and pushed and pushed and pulled until that wolf-trap released me. After embracing we walked (okay, she walked and I limped) toward the music.
Although I was hoping for something to drink to quench my thirst, the first refreshment stand we came to only sold pudding… it was a little place called the Tapioca Tundra. I recharged over a bowl of coconut pudding.
Then, relieved and relaxed, we sat down in that valley to listen to the music… it turned into quite the Pleasant Valley Sunday.
PS: Thanks, baby, for the coolest Father’s Day Weekend gift ever! And to everyone else, thanks for your patience… sometimes you just need to Monkee around, you know…