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Happy Father’s Day, 2017

When my dad was my current age (and I was 20), I didn’t know it, but that would be the last time I’d see him until after lung cancer had ravaged his body. If I could have said, “Please quit trying to control my life, let me make my own mistakes, and I’ll let you know if I need any help” — and he would have agreed to that — we might have found a way to see each other again.

So, my recommendation is that if you have a dad, no matter how well you’re getting along, give him a hug. ;)

"Dad, can I borrow the car?"

I can’t sleep tonight, so I’ll tell a story. I think I was 18 when this happened, maybe 19.

I ask my dad to let me borrow his car, he says yes, and I drive to a party with a friend of mine. The party is fun until my friend gets in a fight, punches his hand through a window, and cuts a big gash in his forearm. At one point I see his forearm and there’s a chunk of it that’s completely gone, and I can see the bone in his arm; it’s pretty bad.

Dream of Columbo, Kojak, and the guy from Hawaii 5-0

I’m sitting in the large back seat of a car with Columbo, Kojak, and the guy from Hawaii 5-0. We’re hungry, so Columbo is driving us to this restaurant he knows.

We take a right at a corner, and Columbo pulls forward about four parking spaces and parks the car. As he pulls through the empty parking spaces I see the pavement as though I’m a hood ornament on the car, looking down over the front of the car. I don’t wonder about that, but I do wonder why he didn’t take the first parking spot, which would have been closer to the restaurant, whose entrance is on the corner.