My Dad is a Hero
“Don’t you know that they all looked and still look up to you? To them, Eddie XXXXXX is a hero because he’s always helping out everyone.”
That’s what one of my fathers friends told him today.
You see, a friend of the family was killed in a car accident Friday, and the viewings were this past weekend. A biker gang came up for the viewings and the funeral, and there were well over 500 people there. My father knew almost all of them, because they all grew up together in the 50’s and 60’s down in Randallstown, Maryland. They were the type of people you see in American Graffiti with the hotrods (my father had a custom 1969 roadrunner) and the white t-shirts tucked into bluejeans.
My father also found out he had a reputation of a fighter. He did get into a lot of fist fights when he was younger, but not because he wanted to fight, and certainly not because he was a bully. But he said he always defended the little guy. For a while, one guy even paid him $20/week to protect him because he used to get picked on so bad by bullies.
He told me a story about one time they were drag-racing and an idiot decided to light a barrel on fire and throw it underneath the cars. If there had been a gas leak, all the cars would have exploded. So my dad took the guy and dangled him over the edge of a bridge to teach him a lesson.
My dad said he almost cried when his friend said he was a hero. I guess he doesn’t realize that he’s always been my hero, and always will be.
In other dad news, apparently he found some old witchy brooms I had in the garage, and hung them in the trees for Halloween. That didn’t quite satisfy him, so he got some of my sisters barbies and fastened them onto them.
He’s a goofball 
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One Response to “My Dad is a Hero”
October 18th, 2007 at 6:03 pm
lol@barbies on brooms!