Ok, the kid has been telling me for a couple of weeks that he was going to a rock concert in Michigan. Well yesterday he fills me in with details..
www.rothburyfestival.com
my first reaction .... shit... take me with you!!!
I tried to remember thirty years back. It was a hazy ride. Take an extra tarp, garbage bag rain coats, lotta granola, clothes you don't care about.....forget packing underwear.....baby wipes for a quick clean up....lotta water....
the deal is, and it is a funny deal....me&the boy have always been pretty tight....but in the last year....he went from
Dad doesnt know shit.........
to Dad, ' I wish you could come with me.....we would have a good time hanging out.'
"I'll call you when I get back, Old Man. Have a good bike ride. Love you."
Love you too, Bub, call me when you get back.
4 comments:
Here's hoping you're not kicking yourself for not going. Hey, have a rock concert at home!
That is awesome. I look forward to enjoying my kids when they are adults.
Oh, man, you just made be feel all warm and fuzzy. And, you made a wise decision to not go with - cool dad or not, some things a kid has to do on his own. Like 3 days without a shower.
HI Jimm,
Well, all young people go through the "Dad doesn't know shit stage".
I, as an older person, I love your blog. I, myself, have given up on blogging, but I am enjoying the blogs of my friends such as yourself
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