My dear old dad has been gone for almost a quarter century. No, no, it’s not going to be one of those sob-fest blogs, don’t worry. Not this time. I just want to tell you about him, because he was pretty great.
- Dad was skinny. I did not inherit those genes from him, alas. He was 6’1” and weighed about 165 pounds. I’m 5’8 ½” and weigh…never mind.
- Dad loved clothes. That I did inherit from him. I swear, Barney’s went into mourning when he died.
- He had a lot of the requisite “man skills”; he could ride a horse, sail a boat, fix stuff, make things and play sports. That being said, the washing machine befuddled him, and I never once saw him cook a meal or even make a sandwich. When Mom was away, he took us out to eat a lot.
- He had this notion that if he sat down and banged on the piano enough, he’d teach himself to play by ear. This never happened.
- He was very handsome. All my mom’s friends had a crush on him. He looked like these guys here. But even better-looking. : )
- He was an incredible baby if he was sick or hurt. It was cute for about 6 hours.
- He had a lot of confidence about what he could do in life, but even more about what his kids could do. I dedicated my first book to him; I can’t imagine I would’ve had the guts to have become a writer if I hadn’t been the daughter of Ed Higgins.