Today is my dad's 60th birthday. If I were more with it and on the ball, I would have set this to post at 3:13 AM, the minute he was born. Frankly, if I were with it and on the I'd have his actual present finished and ready to go. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.
So now, without further ado, 6 things I love about my dad, 1 for each decade of awesomeness.
6) He calls me every year at the exact minute I was born and says the following:
"'Betty Bear was so excited she could hardly sleep. It was her birthday.' Happy Birthday Betty Bear!"
(Betty Bear's Birthday was my favorite book when I was very small. I don't even remember reading it but he still knows the whole thing by heart. )
5) He is at once ridiculously proper and totally irreverent. He uses phrases like "daily ablutions" and "ladies foundation under garments," he stands when a lady enters a room or leaves the table and always carries an extra hankie. Then there's the side of him that does things like turn to you in the middle of a family wedding and whisper:
"Your mother and I didn't light a unity candle. We used a Bowie knife and had a ritual blood letting on the altar."
And then, because he's so well mannered, he's able to turn away and watch the rest of the ceremony while you're sitting there biting your tongue, holding your breath and digging your nails into your thighs in a desperate attempt to keep from laughing.
4) He's a triple threat. He can sing, he can dance and he can act. He's amazing. And intimidating. He also knows more about music, dance, theater and film then you do. No. Really. He does.
3) He's got style. Serious style. People stop him on the street. Style, panache and charm. It takes a special kind of guy who can pull off shocking pink trousers with green elephants. My Philadelphia lawyer father is perhaps the only man who can them look dignified and understated.
2) He is the reason we got the Disney Channel as kids. It wasn't so we could watch it, it was because they played the old Zorro and Davy Crockett TV shows at night. He loves Zorro and Davy Crockett.
1) Five years ago, in a conversation that lasted one minute and 37 seconds that he probably doesn't remember and I'll never forget, he gave me the biggest vote of confidence I've ever received. It's his voice I hear now when I have to drown out the voices that say, "you're no good," "you can't do this," "who do you think you're fooling?"
Indiom [in-dee-uhm] –noun (derived from the english word idiom) a figure of speech or a colloquial term or phrase whose meaning cannot be deduced by the literal translation or arrangement of its words. An indiom can be a reordering of the words that make up recognized idioms; the use of several words to describe an existing word; the misuse of an idiom or word in a way that makes it mean something radically different and/or hilarious. Indioms are typically coined by Indian-born men over the age of 60.
For example, when discussing the death of Jack Kemp this spring, Dr Sharma had this to say,
So, last night I was walking home down 5th Ave. I spied a tall man in blue jeans with long, curly grey hair. "Who does that guy think he is, Billy Connolly?" Alas, it was! Yes! So, Billy Connolly! Strolled 6 blocks down 5th Ave, he and I. Nice legs, Billy. Oh Billy!