Father's Day

Scotty
With fathers day just around the corner I wanted to share a little about the pops. And what all comes to my mind. Obviously certain childhood memories come to mind. One fishing trip in particular with my brother,dad and uncle. I want to say it was Island Lake but I can't remember..very typical in a four wheel drive truck the uncle Bruce had...we loaded up a little aluminum boat and took off. Had to off road and get stuck(also a very typical scenario for a Canadian fishing trip)..I remember camping out on an island with tents and all...Cooking breakfast on the skillet and fishing all day..also my first wooden ladder streched across two logs bathroom experience...Great Memory

My parents first purchased a lot on Lake Huron when we were real young..think my earliest memories was staying in an old pop up camper(brown canvas walls)..this was before the construction of the camp..I can remember my dad,gradfather and uncles all building the camp..good times. And probably my favorite dad quote from the camp days was "Just eat it...that's how the Indians used to eat it..."HA He had been cutting down Birch/Poplar trees(the Canadian equivalent to cottonwood trees) all day and my mom was making cream of mushroom soup not just any old Campbell's but the Knorr kind with milk and all(way better)..and a bunch of the saw dust and shavings somehow got in the soup..And I ate it because surely if the Indians could do it I could right? Ha

And growing up with a fairly strict set of parents how could I forget the day he sat me down and said "there has never been any drinking in this family and there never will be" hmm..that was interesting for a mischievous teenager to hear. I really pushed my luck and his buttons at this point in my life. Well with plenty of maturity and family progression..I brought a bunch of you damn Texans home to the motherland to experience the whole outdoor Canadian winter/hockey experience. By this point in time the parents accepted the fact that I drank (just a little right)..and I will never forget the day we(the boys) were all sitting in the basement after just playing some outdoor hockey with a fresh case of molson..thinking hmm...we need some ice..Dad steps up and goes outside and fills the cooler full of fresh snow..Priceless!!

Or how about the time when I was really cool..and I was playing high school hockey at the time..just got out of school and decided to fire up a smoke with the boys in front of the school..(smoking in Canada was way more tolerated...we even had a smoking section)..well the idiot I was at the time forgot that my parents were bringing me a new stick for the game that night and were sitting in the parking lot(backed in their parking spot of course...the only way Scotty parks...something to do with it being the law? Never have understood that one..Ha) so here I am blowing smoke out when I look up and there's Scotty just shaking his head..ahh the memories

So here's to you Scotty! Happy Fathers Day!!

Old man, look at my life;
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life;
I'm a lot like you were.

Old man, look at my life,
twenty-four and there's so much more.
Live alone in a paradise
that makes me think of two.

Love lost, such a cost,
give me things that don't get lost
like a coin that won't get tossed,
rollin' home to you.

Old man, take a look at my life;
I'm a lot like you.
I need someone to love me the whole day through.
Oh one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Lullabies look in your eyes,
run around the same old town,
doesn't mean that much to me
to mean that much to you.

I've been first and last;
look at how the time goes past.
But I'm all alone at last,
rollin' home to you.

Old man, take a look at my life;
I'm a lot like you.
I need someone to love me the whole day through.
Oh one look in my eyes
and you can tell that's true.

Old man, look at my life;
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man, look at my life;
I'm a lot like you were.

words & music by Neil Young