Father's Day Rant

Lieslntx · Jun 16, 2008

Idaho said:

Here's my Fathers Day rant -- it's not Father's Day, is it?

/mildly confused and picking nits since I don't have my AP stylebook handy
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I'm really putting myself out there by asking this, but I'm confused. I have always referred to them as Father's Day and Mother's Day. The day belongs to the father or mother, so that shows possession, right? I'm asking from a grammatical point of view, not AP style.

Sorry for the threadjack, Dan.

leo1 · Jun 16, 2008

as the daddy of a six-month old baby girl, this was my first father's day and it was awesome. i love being a daddy. i know that i am going to be a great dad in part because i had such a good role model. my dad was good-to-great and i intend to be an even better dad than my father was to me.

i was telling my wife that i would love - and i mean LOVE - getting one of those cheesy mugs or shirts or hats some day that say "world's greatest dad" but only if my daughter really thinks i'm the best dad in the world. and i hope she does because i intend to be the world's best daddy to my beautiful baby girl.

mike311gd · Jun 16, 2008

No. 1, signing off.

JakeandElwood · Jun 16, 2008

mike311gd said:

Dan,

For years, my friends, classmates and anyone else who knew my father said he was the best, how I was lucky to call him "Dad." And I never really saw it. To be honest, I still don't.

We didn't see eye-to-eye for much of the last eight years. We went through periods where we got along, and some where we were just OK. But for the most part -- until the last year, really -- we just stopped trying, altogether. It was easier than putting on a facade.

He grew up a musician, and he's a very good one, too. He's known in my home town and across the state for his contributions to the classical music scene, in particular, his teaching and conducting. My sister always had the instrumental bug and had a real knack for it. I was different. He forced me into it. "We can't buy Sprite if you don't join the band," he said to me before ninth grade. "How does that even come close to making sense, Dad?" I said. That's kind of how it started.

So I got a little more serious with the instruments, and did pretty well, which made him happy. But instead of practicing in the spring, I'd be out with my friends throwing the ball around, playing opposite-hand home run derby at the Little League field. I was good at that, too, but he didn't really care. He wanted me to focus on playing the instruments, so I'd get into a music school -- just like he did; "Ithaca'd be a great fit," he said. Just like it was for him 40 years ago. "They've got a good communication program, don't they," I said. He wasn't a big fan of that.

I grew up talking baseball with my grandparents, along with my dad. For the longest time, all I could remember talking to my dad about was how great it must have been to see Roberto Clemente and Harmon Killebrew and Frank Howard. Eventually, the baseball talk got more distant. If it wasn't music-related -- who's making which band; who's better at what, etc. -- we sat in silence. The drives home seemed endless.

It finally became time to choose a major and a school, and rather than look into Ithaca for a spot in the music department, I went to another school in hopes of a career in broadcasting. That was pretty much the end of our relationship -- at least for a while. He wasn't interested in the courses I was taking during my freshman year, and he wasn't interested in the new organizations I joined during my sophomore year, and he wasn't interested in my addition of a journalism concentration -- he didn't know until my last semester (two years overdue) -- and he wasn't interested when I became the president of those organizations. I didn't follow in his footsteps, and that's what mattered most to him at the time.

He didn't start to take an interest in my life until I was living back at home, struggling to find a job. Every day, like clockwork, he'd come into my room and put the classified section down and tell me I'm wasting my life, further instilling the defeated feelings already going through my head at a rapid rate. "Thanks, Dad," I said. And he closed the door.

Then even that stopped -- just like our conversations. It got to the point where my dad would have long conversations with my friends, but just walk past me in the hallways; it was like he was throwing it my face. It was a great time. My best friend and I counted the words he spoke to me in one week -- eight. "Shut the door, Mike" were four.

He did break his silence in late July, though. He stormed into my room and said, "You've got until September to get a job and get out of this house." I said, "OK." That was it for the summer. We ended up communicating only through my brother, and rarely at that, until I got a job at the local paper. Four weeks later, without my parents knowing, I took an interview for a job out of state and accepted it the next day. I told my parents I would be out of there house at the beginning of September. He smiled.

Two weeks later, he helped me move out of the house. We took everything I owned to Pennsylvania. We got to my new house at 10 a.m., and he spent the next hour unloading the truck, all the while ensuring me I'd never survive on my salary: "I hope you like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." When the truck was empty, he reached into his pocket, handed me a $20 and shook my hand. Then he left.

We didn't speak again until Thanksgiving. And then until Christmas. And our birthdays in February. And Thanksgiving. And Christmas. ...

It took a lot of time, a lot of angry thoughts, a lot of nights wondering what I've done or what I could have and should have done or said, and, eventually, something out of my control to get us to start talking again.

He's since taken an interest in what I do -- always asks me questions about the famous people I've interviewed and the great places I've seen -- and I've grown up, too, which was probably more important to our relationship.

He's still far from perfect. He's not a great dad. He does try, though. He's an excellent provider. He's got a tremendous work ethic, which, thankfully, he's passed onto me (I hope, at least). He's got his flaws, sure, like all of us do.

My friends saw our relationship unravel, and they'll never tell me I'm "lucky to have a dad like him." They know better now. But I could have had it a lot worse, I'm sure.

That phone call wasn't nearly as hard to make this year.
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Mike,

That's a great story, and I'm glad to hear things are getting better for you two.

Idaho · Jun 16, 2008

Lieslntx said:

Idaho said:

Here's my Fathers Day rant -- it's not Father's Day, is it?

/mildly confused and picking nits since I don't have my AP stylebook handy
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I'm really putting myself out there by asking this, but I'm confused. I have always referred to them as Father's Day and Mother's Day. The day belongs to the father or mother, so that shows possession, right? I'm asking from a grammatical point of view, not AP style.

Sorry for the threadjack, Dan.
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The day honors Fathers (or Mothers last month) and is plural. Kind of like Veterans Day. That's the way I see it, at least.

Anyone got their stylebook handy?

mike311gd · Jun 16, 2008

Thanks, Jake. Same here.

jimmydangles · Jun 16, 2008

I love my Dad. He's more a drinking buddy, a cigar-smoking and golf accomplice, and you know what? That's the way I think I always wanted it to be. After a long period where I didn't know him -- crazy circumstances growing up -- I've got to understand the guy. And he's just as much of a flawed, grizzled old guy that I imagined he was. Pretty happy that we're so close, and if he lives a good 20 more years, I'll be even happier.

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