Father’s Day

Today has been an excellent Father’s Day. I slept in, enjoyed some serious cuddle time with my girlfriend, Lannette, and have had lots of time to work on my network server.

Lannette made an excellent breakfast, and when I went downstairs to eat, two cards were waiting at my table setting, one from her and one from her son, Logan. Both cards were beautiful and touching, and Lannette had slipped a CompUSA gift card inside the Father’s Day card.. My son, Keith, told me that his present would be coming later in the day.

And what a present it was! Keith has always been artistic, as evidenced on this site in his Pokemon drawings from several years ago, but he also has great musical talent and recently started spouting poetry like a fountain. (I wish my muse was as active as his!)

Keith’s present to me is the following poem, and I’m very proud of him for writing it and presenting it to me.

 

“The Man Who Loves Me”

The man who loves me
Holds me tightly when needed,
But also gives me the freedom to find my own
Way.

The man who loves me
Supports my every venture,
And gives me the strength should I
Fail.

The man who loves me
Is never judgmental,
But has the wisdom to offer guidance when I’m
Wrong.

The man who loves me
Knows my pain;
Even if he’s never told, he can see it in my
Eyes.

The man who loves me
Stands beside me,
Even if he’s far away I can feel him with
Me.

The man who loves me
Is my hero.
I hope one day to be the person my father taught me to
Be.

— Keith Johnson

You’re well on your way to being that person, son. Thank you.

Tryout

The tryout for Better Than Nothing went very well. I wasn’t nervous, and I played pretty well. We went through the five songs that they had asked me to learn, then jammed through several more on their song list before going back to the original five. I won’t know anything for a while about whether I’m in the band, but even if I don’t get the gig, it was a positive experience and a confidence builder. When I know about it, I’ll post the news here, and if it’s good news, I’ll post it on the main page of this site.

I did work on the poem inspired by the death of the little girl on I-25 on Father’s Day. It doesn’t feel like it’s done yet; there’s something missing or something misdirected in it, but I haven’t figured out yet what it is. I feel a responsibility to the memory of this little girl. I want to make sure the poem says exactly what I want it to say before I release it.

Father’s Day Tragedy

I didn’t do much that was creative today, other than playing the kinds of memory games that families play while driving on the road. We went to Loveland to pick up my sister and brother-in-law, then went to Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park. For me, the whole day was fun, but tainted by one thing that occurred on I-25 near Longmont.

We were driving northbound, keeping with traffic flow, when brake lights flashed on all the cars in front of me. I was keeping a safe following distance, so I was able to slow down in time, but a Chrysler two cars ahead of me only had enough time to swerve into the median. He did so, creating a cloud of dust and dry grass, but he kept the car under control and brought it to a stop. The rest of the cars on the highway continued forward slowly.

About a mile up the road, we found the reason for the immediate stop. Evidently a southbound pickup had been hit from behind, rolled across the median, and came to rest in the northbound lanes of traffic. Police and rescue vehicles were just beginning to arrive at the scene, and as we inched by, I saw a small, brown hand sticking out from under a folded blanket on the burning asphalt. Someone’s Father’s Day will never be the same.