So you know how we always go through our lives hoping that we have made our parents proud of who we have become? Well, today is a little vice versa…
So my Dad moved to Kingman, Arizona a few years ago; he wanted a smaller town and a place that still cooled down at night during the summer (Phoenix USED to cool down at night but I think we have paved too much of it to have that work anymore). Anyway, there is not a lot to do in Kingman so I was pretty happy when my Dad ended up volunteering with the Kingman Police Department. Of course, being the type-A personality that he is, he can’t just volunteer; he has to be the Kingman Police Volunteer of the Year! Way to go Dad!
Here is the photo; not a big mystery which one is my Dad. It’s the girl third from the left. Kidding!
And here is the story in the paper…
So hey, not only can my Dad beat up your Dad, but mine can throw yours in the pokey after the fight.
I’M proud of YOU, Dad. And keep in mind that any pride you take in how I turned out can be considered a product of your own efforts in being a great Dad.