05-12-2018, 10:59 AM
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Senior Member
How Do You Identify?: Old Poop
Preferred Pronoun?: Mr. Beast
Relationship Status: Happily Married
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Central Texas
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Saturdays have always been my most favorite day of the week. I think it started when I was young and Saturdays were always the days I could hang out with my Dad. I remember riding all over town on errands in with Dad in his old 1966 Ford Falcon. It was powder blue, with dark blue vinyl seats and interior. I was so small, I could stand up behind the front seat and strain to lean over Dad's shoulder. The transmission shifting was "on the column" and I remember gleefully shouting at my Dad, "Dee (we couldn't say "Daddy", so we called Pop "Dee Dee"), go faster!!!", as Dad would go soaring over the raised cross streets in the historic districts of Savannah, Ga. It was like a roller coaster ride in that little blue car that had tail lights like rocket engines!!! Good, loving times with Pop that would forever seal the bonds of affection and devotion between a doting, loving father and his children. At that time (1970), the Sandpipers popularized the song "Come Saturday Morning", and this song will forever take me back to those Saturdays with Pop.
~Theo~
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