Thursday, July 19, 2012

A pint with my father

The smoked meat strung up and hanging above the bar, I wonder if it is real or just a modern day pub prop?

Dad orders another round casually nodding to the bar man, a subtle move learned on the other continent. I gladly accept whatever beer he orders just to be propped up on this wicker stool in his company with a pint is nirvana.

We speak of life and football and children and football, Dad complains that nobody dribbles anymore and regales me of tales of the one they called "Jinky" and how he was able to dance among the tall pines of blue with ease.

I sit and sip with my mind clear and fresh, the fog of business, mortgage, economy and all other obstacles has been washed away by the blanket like sounds of my father's voice coupled with the fermentation of liquid joy.

Even a grown man needs the strong arm and the slap on the back from the one he calls Father.
Cheers...








17 comments:

  1. How heartwarming. Makes me miss my dad.

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  2. You're right to relish relaxed times with your Dad. Mine are gone but not forgotten.

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  3. Pat, sounds cliche but you are right.

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  4. Pat, sounds cliche but you are right.

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  5. :-)

    That was a lovely tribute, Sausage. To be in the presence of people who have known you all your life -- and still like you! -- is a gift that not all receive.

    I'll bet he's a pistol, your dad.

    Pearl

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  6. You are a lucky, lucky man, my friend. One day, your son will write a post like this about you.

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  7. Very lucky. Both you and your Father. Those moments are magic - and you caught it in just a few words... Cheers, mate!

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  8. Yer a lucky kid sausage! I never did get to have that pint. (I have had many with the Ma though!) :¬)

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  9. A pub is special.

    That wouldn't be Jinky Johnstone would it?

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  10. True that, and well said.

    Cheers!

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  11. Pearl - rock drumming pistol!

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  12. UB - that would be nice

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  13. Map - Ma's are the dtrong ones that guide the bairns

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  14. Twisted - Yup wee Jinky indeed.

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  15. I wish my dad wasn't quite so far away. I'm hoping to plan a visit soon.

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  16. Gillian - Is your dad in Scotland?

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