Flying Circus is sailing in
Portland Yacht Club's annual
Pilot Regatta this weekend. On even numbered years for the past 16 years, I've been offshore on my way to Bermuda on Father's Day. So I get to celebrate Father's day onshore, at home this year, at least until its time to go racing around the buoys. Because I'll be racing, I won't get to spend Father's Day with my Dad, so I thought I'd put down a few thoughts on why I've got such a good Dad.
1. He, and his father, taught me how to sail on the boat on the boat they built together in Grampa's East Gloucester, MA backyard.
2. Because the family had a camp on Chebeague Island we'd spend a couple of weeks and many weekends in the summer on the island and on the waters of Casco Bay. I learned to love eating lobster and how to cook it on a driftwood fire on the beach better than any restaurant can do. I've called the Portland area home for twenty years now, not counting college. It's a great place to live.
3. He taught me how to play baseball and because he worked the night shift he used to take all the neighborhood kids to the ballpark in the morning. First he'd mow the field, so that the grass would be perfect for my game that night. Then he'd throw batting practice for an hour.
4. The winter time equivalent took place on the frozen hockey ponds nearby. When the ice was right he'd be up at that crack of dawn on the weekends. After breakfast we'd load the home-made, regulation size, 2x4 and chicken-wire hockey nets onto the station wagon and drive to the pond. Sometimes we'd have to clear snow for an hour before we could start skating. We'd skate all day long. Dad would go home just before lunch to grab a barbecue grill and some hamburgers and hot dogs and we'd have a hot meal for the whole team right on the ice. If it was particularly cold, Dad would build a bonfire to warm up by.
5. When he didn't have to be at work, he never missed a baseball, football or hockey game that I played in. In college it often meant a two or more hour drive to watch a football game. I think he had as much fun watching as I had playing.
6. He took me to my first Red Sox game at Fenway and to my first trip into the old Boston Garden -- to see the AHL Boston Braves. We were big college hockey fans and we went to a lot of Merrimack Warrior games just down the road.
7. When I was a senior in high school we went on a 3-week vacation in California to visit his brother, sister and all my cousins who were spread out all over the state. We did everything -- skied at Tahoe, visited SF and the Golden Gate bridge, visited redwood and wine country, drove to LA, visited an old mission, went to the beaches and swam in the Pacific, drove through Beverly Hills, went to an LA Kings game at the Forum, drove to San Diego, visited San Diego Wild Animal Park, Sea World and spent a day in Tijuana. That was a pretty cool vacation.
8. He worked two or three jobs at a time a lot when I was younger. In addition to his job at the chemical plant, he mowed lawns, was a part-time electrician, and was a postman. I went to some pretty fine schools -- Brooks and Bowdoin. I live a pretty comfortable life today in part because of the hard work he did forty years ago.
9. He's as good a Grandpa as he is a Dad.
10. Because I'm a Dad now, I know that there are lots of things that Dad's do that don't necessarily stand out like the memories above but that are more important to successfully raising a child. I guess I'm a biased judge, but I think he must have gotten most of that stuff right too.
Happy Father's Day Dad.