Dad's Best Friend

I miss my dad. He was a surly, rasputin of a guy. Had a personality you either loved him or hated him. There was no middle ground.
    His best friend once told me. 'When I see Larry walking down the street, I don't know how he's gonna greet me, with a handshake or fists flying.'   

  They were a pair the two of them. A white man & a negro whose love hate relationship carried them through the good and the bad. 

    Reds was having it rough, he popped over to our house pulled out a brown paper bag and started going through the kitchen cabinets.

   Dad asked him, 'What are you doing?'.  Reds replied, "Shoppin."

    End of conversation.

  But I can remember times when Dad and I would pop over to Red's and go 'Shoppin" because our cupboards were bare.

   Seems poverty has no barriers, it doesn't care what side of the tracks you're on. 

rickdogood rickdogood
56-60, F
1 Response Aug 2, 2007

Thanks for your comments on my blog and we are already fav's through this site as well. Got a story here myself. Yours I found to be short but giving a lot on good information on your dad without saying a lot. Sometimes little needs to be said with the right words spoken.