Sunday, June 18, 2006

Happy Father's Day Dad

Happy Father's Day, Dad. Thanks for having sperm that worked at age fifty.
You'd be 99 now. I hardly knew ye, I don't think anyone did.

You,too Grandpa Mac. At the dinner table, you came up with more cusswords than an episode of "Deadwood". Creative cusswords, too. Your sarcasm has been passed to future generations...

Well, hell, happy father's day to me, too. I am a very lucky man.

Happy Brithday Sir Paul

When I'm Sixty-four

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
You’ll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four.
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wright, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four.

He wrote this at 16 for his father's 64th birthday and recorded at 25. It is strange for me because many years ago I wondered where I was going to be at the moment that Paul turned 64. I am still not sure.

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A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.
-Enid Bagnold

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