My dad was a unique individual. We called him Pop. I never knew why he was given that handle and I doubt any of my siblings could give the reason either. He used to entertain strangers, friends, and family with story after story of things that happened during his life. At the end of any family gathering Pop would finish the evening by relating several of his stories to us. We could recite most of the stories by heart but that didn’t stop us from listening to them over and again.
A few years ago he passed away after a long battle with cancer. During his illness he never lost his since of humor and continued to entertain us with his stories. Since his passing I often think of him and the stories he told. I thought these stories needed to be written down for others to enjoy. My only concern in relating these stories is that our sense of humor is somewhat dry and demented. I’m not sure how some people will take these but I thought I would blog them anyway. My goal will be to try posting a story or two per week.
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