The photo is of my father, James Curtis Johnston, who died in 1974. I have no idea at what point in his life this photo was taken, but HOLY SHIT THOSE EYEBROWS.
This is just a quick hit to say HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all you sunsabitches who are fathers here in the community at CN.
Fathers are important because we help propagate the species. And drink beer. If we didn’t drink the beer, it would just pile up everywhere, and the planet would be a mess, much more a mess than it is right now.
So, HAVE A BEER, FATHERS.
This is what I’ve chosen for your Father’s Day song, because, BY GOD IF WE’RE GOING TO GET BACK TO LOVING EACH OTHER WE NEED FATHERS LIKE THIS DESPITE WHAT YOUR THERAPIST TELLS YOU:
Ok, really, Mrs CN asked me why I chose Johnny Cash, and I said “I hate sappy songs”, and she says, “You listen to the Carpenters, isn’t that sappy?” and SO HERE just because you can’t get enough Carpenters.
If you want the version I played for my kids, it comes from this CD, “If I Were A Carpenter”, which is an excellent tribute CD (check out Sheryl Crow’s “Solitaire” and Dishwalla’s “It’s Going to Take Some Time”). You can find it on Spotify by searching “If I Were A Carpenter”.
This is music I played for my oldest son when he was probably about 3-5 years old, because I’ll be damned if I was gonna play “kid’s music” crap. I mean... you don’t have to play nasty music, but you don’t have play garbage either.
This is your thread to tell Dad stories, so tell them. (No Steve’s Mom comments, please)