Dear you fabulous reader,
Funny seeing you here again, after writing on the ladies in my family I neglected to mention my Pops was recently in Portland.
AWESOME TIMES WERE HAD BY ALL.
My father, David P. “Superballer-Awesomesauce” Holman recently took the train from Detroit to visit his darling daughter on the other side of the continent.
Here we have Big D being coerced into getting the coolest tattoo ever
Engage your “awwww!” drives, folks, we had a kickass time.
Through the time we spent together, my dad was able to make best friends with everyone in my household as well as some of the more extended members of Eric's (you may remember him as “the man I love”) family.
Dave and I ended up on his schedule, or as I like to call it “Old Man Time”. We woke nearly everyday at 7am and thank god he knows me well enough to know what kind of monster I can be without coffee already ready and/or brewing by the time I get up.
I recall our house being painted at the time and each morning he would enquire into how the gentlemen doing the work were fairing. He'd swap construction stories and recant the most recent episodes of “Breaking Bad” to the entire crew while I sipped on coffee and realized where I get some of my better social graces. The man has no shame, he'll talk to anyone, and unless you're some sort of unfeeling monster you'll leave wishing he was your best friend. What a guy, right?
The first few days we went out to Moulton Falls and hiked upstream to a watering hole in Washington outside Yacolt. Even though the water was roughly 55 degrees my old man and I were the first ones to jump into the water. Bristling and chilly, we shivered through the bracing cold and nagged my buddy Liam into jumping in the water.
Ain't she adorable, folks?
Let me take a moment to recap on this site's unofficial mascot, Liam. You may remember him from such memorable times as “That dude pulling a Vana White on the croissants in 'Despair Baking'” or “That dude mashing the shit out of the butter for the aforementioned croissants from 'Despair Baking'”. While I have 2 older sisters, I've always wanted a big brother. A crazy, manic, excitable and intelligent older brother. This dude has the chops to fill the position. I get to play wingman to our bar outings with him, dance like idiots together at the recent Amanda Palmer Concert and make him wear a dress to advertise my garage sale last weekend. What a guy! So, I've decided that Liam is to be the unofficial mascot for Drive By Blackbird and all of its upcoming shenanigans.
No surprise, Dad and Liam got along like peas and carrots. We spent the next day (my dad's birthday!) up in Seattle where we ate “Birthday Sausage's from Uli's Biergarten in Pike Place Market. After lunch we spent the rest of Big D's birthday at the Bruce and Brandon Lee's funeral plot at Lakeview Cemetery and then we were off to The Jimi Hendrix's Memorial in Renton, Wa.
Liam, channeling his spirit animal at the Hendrix Memorial
The memorial was crazy enough, they were blasting Electric Lady Land through the sound system of a ubiquitous black Hummer and people were swarming all around. Little did we know, my father's birthday corresponded with the anniversary of Mr. Hendrix's passing. Spooooooky. So what did we do there? Oh, just met Jimi's older brother and his gaggle of nieces and nephews. Crazy stuff.
After heading back to Portland, I decided to hook my Pops up with Eric's great-uncle Ed. A man who went missing for thirty years in the USA and was recently reconnected with his whole family.
Here's another diatribe on another awesome man. Ed is a veteran of the Vietnam war and spent many of the years afterward being a train bum and working his way around the country. After all that time he was found by an awesome chick from The Oregonian here in Portland and put on the cover of the paper after he was reconnected with his whole family back in upstate New York. Crazy, right? Even nuttier is the fact that this article came up right around the time that Eric moved out to Portland, where Ed currently lives with his adorable kitty, Little One. Long story short, I love Ed and he's quite possibly the only dude I think is as sweet and kind as my own dear old Dad.
Fly tying and Japanese ice cream crepes with Ed and Papa Bear
So what happened up their meeting? Fly tying lessons and trips to fantastic restaurants. Promises to meet up at my Dad's cabin in upper Michigan for fishing and camping. Screaming at football matches at Buffalo Wild Wings.
I loved every moment with my Dad, and having him all to myself for a week was bar none, one of the best weeks I've had in a long while.
It's always been fantastic to know that of all my family members, there's one who truly gets me. My tumbling-tumbleweedness and my big heart. My love of adventure and stubborn independence. My surly attitude and soft nougaty center beneath my crunchy, bitchy exterior.
Cause lord knows, I've always been a daddy's girl. And proud of it.