You reap what you sew
Fortunately, as time passes, I seem to be committing fewer of these egregious errors in judgment, which is nice. I must begrudgingly admit, however, that the credit for my improved decision-making is not something that I necessarily deserve (though, if voluntarily lauded for it, I’d be obligated to exercise my Fifth Amendment, because it’s better to let people think you’re a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.)
No, the truth is, as I grow in age and maturity, I use these nuggets that my dad has instilled in me — dadisms, if you will — as navigational beacons. I only wish that it hadn’t taken him so long to get smart. Who knows where I might be?
Of course, if your aunt had… well, you get the idea.
Happy Fathers Day to every dad that has worked, without reward, to shape the minds and morals of their sons and daughters — especially my dad, Steve Paxton.
I love you, dad.