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Travel with Dad is a hoot. He rides shotgun, though he offers to drive. AFTER admitting that he got lost on the way to meet us in Columbia.

I am always reluctant to get behind the wheel when Dad is in the car. The combination is like a nuclear reactor. With a hairline crack. I barely geared The Tank into reverse before we had a situation.Continue Reading

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This weekend, MTM and I are going on a road trip. Nine hours one way in the car with my father. I will be both voiceless and insane by the time we arrive at our destination. East Tennessee. We are attending Roy’s 60th high school reunion. He lined up twoContinue Reading

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My Dad had to be born during a thunderstorm, and he probably popped out making mayhem, heralding a personality that’s, well, LARGE. For the length of his life, he hasn’t wanted for attention. He engenders it, either because he inserts himself in front of complete strangers and forces them toContinue Reading