We at the RCS have many things to thank our Daddies for — most of them having to do with pretty much continual financial support, routine vehicle maintenance, and occasional death threats directed at over-aggressive suitors. So, thank you Daddies. Without you 25% of RCS’ers would be unable to fish via electrocution, 75% of us would be homeless, and 100% of us would have way crappier last names. We would be unable to fix most anything with duct tape, wouldn’t know how to jump start a car, and would be considerably wussier in general (especially about things like bugs and decapitated animals). It is from you, Daddy, that we get our love of nature – Mom thinks that “nature” is an abomination because it can’t be regularly vacuumed with any success – and our ability to pee just about anywhere (even though, as you helpfully pointed out when we were children, our “plumbin’ is dead wrong”). As for me, my Daddy is pretty much entirely responsible for my sense of humor. Since I was a little kid, my Dad has managed to steal all of my friends, probably because he’s much cooler than I am. More people that I went to high school with keep in touch with my father than they do with me. This is not an exaggeration. My Dad is the kind of guy who regularly attracts acolytes. He is a writer and a musician of some note. If you don’t believe me – click the link below to hear one of his “classic” songs: “Sure Was Good Pot.”
Don’t be surprised if he charms you, too. He has that effect on people.
Anyway, from all of us at the RCS to all of you Daddies: we love you guys. Sorry about the plumbing.