Dads are pretty rad. They teach us about sports, girls, and driving a stick shift. They can usually get us out of trouble before Mom finds out, but they’re the first to whip us into shape when it’s really necessary. Let’s face it, our Dads are awesome, no matter how embarrassing or uncool we once thought they were. Click for our tribute to Dads!
We asked around the office for the best Dad stories (and vintage Dad photos). We’d love it if you shared yours with us too.
“My Dad once built a Dune Bug from scratch and convinced four friends to take a ride in it. It couldn’t take turns as sharp as he wanted and ended up slamming into two trees, the second one head on, send all 5 of them flying from the Dune Bug. They all landed in a brier patch and cussed him out.”
“My parents live in the country with no neighbors within eyesight. My dad was showering during a storm, and the water shut off right after he had soaped up. So, he took advantage of the downpour and ran around the front yard in the rain to finish his shower. Needless to say my Mom was pretty surprised to see him run by the window naked and soapy!”
“For a time, my dad lived in Ghana. He took his near-indestructible Pentax Spotmatic with him on almost all of his adventures. That same well-loved Spotmatic was passed down to me and kickstarted my interests in design and photography. Cheers dad!”
“One of my favorite and funniest stories my mom tells of my dad, is when they went to a costume party together shortly after returning from being in Africa with the Peace Corps. My dad wouldn’t say what he was dressed up as they left for the party (he had on a trench coat and some combat boots). After being at the party for a bit and people asking him what his costume was supposed to be, he turned to my mom and whipped open the trench. All he had underneath was a flesh-colored gourd attached around his waist to cover himself and yelled “I’m a flasher!” Apparently, everyone in the room died laughing. Leave it to my dad to have the sickest costume at the party!”
“I’ll never forget the time when my dad and I were building a log bridge over our creek. It was a pretty serious log bridge, who full white oak trees on both sides, about 25′ long, held together by cedar planks. When I asked him how we were going to get the logs across the creek, he replied with, “You’re going to do it by driving the tractor.” I was beyond nervous, but that was the day he taught me how to drive the tractor for the first time. After the bridge was built, I became the designated tractor driver.”
Thanks Dads!
Go ahead, tell us why your Dad is awesome.
Steven Alan Spring/Summer 2012
Dads We Grew Up With
