Dave’s Dad is…
OLD.
That’s right campers, my old man is old. How old is he? So old that when he stops to look at the displays at the museum kids mistake him for the fossil exhibit. So old the knight in Indiana Jones looks like his younger brother. So old that when he first started as a reporter it was for the Mesopatamian Times and prior to filing his stories he had to press his own papyrus.
Yes he’s that old and today the race to the grave speeds up (as his ability to digest solid food slows down). The man is now counting down 365 days to the milestone that signifies the Rascal scooter, baby food and bib, cant see over the steering wheel phase of life. Least he has had a 25 year jump on honing his “When I was a boy…” diatribes. He shouldve done what I did and retired when he was still spry enough to enjoy it.
You think I am kidding about the senility thing but the man celebrated his bday today by failing to look behind him while backing out of the driveway and smacking Max’s truck into my mom in her van thus doing damage to two of our own cars in one fell swoop.
If that aint a sign he’s old I dont know what is.
So for those that know him, and especially those that work with him. Be nice to him today. Be gentle, cause you talk to him too loud and you might break his hip.
Happy Birthday Old Man from everyone here at WhereDaveIs.com. (Look at him. He’s so…old.)
(PS WhereDaveIs is sorry for the break in chronology. Expect things to be fully caught up when you return to work on Tues)