A toast to you, dads and dad figures. This comes the day after Father’s Day by design. I respect your day of dad-ness and all the enjoyment you deserve. In fact, you deserve more than one day, but let’s take the day with gratitude. You do not always display the greatness that lies within, but it is there, waiting for an opportunity to shine to the world.
You have hidden strength that you hone in secret, crushing full garbage to more compact, manageable garbage. That shows thrift, by the way.
Should a challenger come to test your dexterity, you can draw on your reserves, comb in nimble fingers, to deftly give a show of Track and Field arcade tapping. Those are your quarters on top. You always have next!
Some may challenge your memory, citing omitted grocery store items and forgotten birthdays. Ha! Can those doubters recall Dead Ted, Potty Scotty, Windy Winston or Barfin’ Barbara? You can pull Garbage Pail Kids’ names with no effort, and what have they?
Yes, you dads of perfectly ripe vintage don’t just remember when this was all just fields, but you also remember trekking through that field to rent The Three Amigos from The Movie Shack three times that one summer.
Fly your dad banner and relax, Dads. I will honor you even after that special day.
Here’s to you, Dad.
Happy Father’s Day!
Otto Scungy
Track & Field
The Garbage Pail Kids Movie
The Three Amigos
