How strange and awful it would be to have Donald Trump as a father :(

On Father’s Day, so many people post tributes to their dad on Father’s Day.  How awful it would be to have to do that for Donald Trump.  It might look something like this:

I am very proud of my dad.  He was born to a wealthy father, then took that money and nearly lost it all, but was able to declare bankruptcy and screw a lot of small business owners to salvage the family fortune.  He was able to join a fledgling and exciting football league known as the USFL, and basically ran it into the ground by insisting it compete directly with the NFL – his fellow owners still resent him over the league disintegration.  He is mocked relentlessly for his hairstyle, frumpy suits and small hands.  Recently, he ran a successful presidential campaign where he called some women ugly, talked about grabbing women’s vaginas, made fun of the press that is so important in democracy that it is the very first amendment, then when was elected people were so distraught they protested in the streets.  He is an inspiration to white supremists and extremists, has historically low approval ratings just a few months into office, and will all likelihood go down as one of the 4 worst presidents in US history, provided the US is still around in 2020 given China, North Korea and Russia’s ambitions.  Needless to say, I am very proud of my dad, a very honorable and successful man.  Sincerely: Donnie.

Ugh.  How awful that would be :(.  And this is not even remotely meant to be a humorous post…

How strange and awful it would be to have Donald Trump as a father :(

If not for the grace of Dad, there goes I

I would be surprised if my cousin G lives more than a year or two, despite being a reasonably young age of 50-something.  He has worsening heart failure, which over a year or two is a killer.  His heart problems make me feel very grateful for my dad…  Why?

Although he turned over a new leaf at 30, G abused the heck out of his body with booze, drugs and greasy food in his teens and 20s.  When his heart problems started in his 40s, he complained to his doctor (“I’ve been taking such good care of myself”), but the doctor said, “You can’t abuse your body the way you did in your youth and not expect to have problems later.”

I myself drank more than I should have for a year in my early 20s, but other than that have always been a light drinker, have never used recreational drugs of any kind and have been pretty good about eating my fruits and vegetables (and get better every passing year).  In my entire life, I’ve never been overweight and always had a flat tummy.

It would be easy for me to blame G for his issues, but the reality is, I have my dad to thank.

You see, G’s mom and my mom are sisters.  And both are emotionally intense people who suffer from anxiety and depression.  But G had a trucker father who was rarely around, and who eventually abandoned the family to marry a friend his wife’s (i.e. G’s mom’s) best friend.  Needless to say, G did not have the most stable of households.

My dad was a banker.  He wore a tie every day to work, never called in sick once, and had a knack for winning promotions.  He coached my teams, treated my mom well and — probably most importantly — was a stable emotional presence for my mom.  It is easy to skip the parties and the booze and the drugs with such an influence — not to mention a better dose of DNA — around.

I have a hard time believing that if I didn’t have a different dad, I might have followed the same path as G.  And might be living with the spectre of death.  

Thank goodness for my dad.

If not for the grace of Dad, there goes I

Bachelor For A Few Hours

My lovely wife is off to breakfast and a clothing exchange with girlfriends this morning, and R & L — being teens — have their own days planned, which means for a few hours I am a bachelor.  A healthy looking middle-aged male living in a vibrant city with a credit card at my disposal, what do I choose to do?  What else?  A cup of coffee, a few push ups, an hour of watching Better Call Saul then a walk to the Farmer’s Market 🙂  Yes, such a wild life I lead, and I wouldn’t change a single part of it 🙂

Bachelor For A Few Hours