dad memories

I remember one time when I was hitching a ride ( it was the seventies. hush.) from Bloomfield to the University of Hartford campus, about three or four miles down the road. A middle aged guy in a Pacer picked me up. He was less than average looking, sporting a day old shirt, loosened tie around a five o’clock shadowed wattle and gray poly something suit

- clearly of the traveling business man ilk

- all around nondescript.

I told him I was on the way to school and he whipped out his wallet exclaiming that he had sent his son to Columbia and he lost his shirt doing it. He searched the wallet for a picture of his son (proud papa) and came up with a picture of his round hairless naked body instead. 

Get it? shirtless.

"Well now this is my stop and thanks for the ride, perv." thought I, as I exited the Pacer. 

I stopped in my dad’s office. He was a professor at the time at UHA, and told him my story 

to which he replied without missing a beat, 

“You should have said - oh is that a penis? I thought they were much larger."

Still makes me chortle. Miss him.