Especially to my father the late, great Ernest Staples. How I wish you were still here, so we could laugh and talk like we used to. I miss watching you draw and sketch out different characters and talking about that picture book that you always wanted to write. Thank you for passing your creativity to me. It has allowed me to pick up and write where you left off.
I have your wacky sense of humor. Your creativity. Because you taught me about tools, I have ability to tackle any home project--large or small, just move out of my way and give me my tools. When I was little you tied those Everlast boxing gloves onto my toothpick arms and taught me how to box--introducing me to physical fitness. Because of you teaching me how to clean, load & shoot a gun. I qualified as an EXPERT shooter with the military...Yeah Baby!! I can garden, fish, shoot pool and outplay anyone in pingpong!!
((Pssst!...remember when you taught me how to hot-wire a car....fun times!!...I'm proud to tell you that I never tried it again since that day LOL!!))
Thanks Pops!!
RIP
:::tear::: I am boo-hoo'ing reading this! he was a dynamic man that could fix ANYTHING!
ReplyDeleteBTW, you never told me you could hot wire a car! why wasn't that skill passed on to your daughter?
Can u teach me how to hot wire a car? Only one way to get to Chaka
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