Not many things can ever top a simple compliment from Dad

0 Comments | Telegraph – Herald; Dubuque, Iowa, Jun 19, 2010 | by LEN BANAS

I talk to my father, Eddie, as often as I can, but, admittedly, it has diminished over the years.

When I was young, we used to debate the time to come home and how much gas was left in the car. Sometimes I would come home very late from a date. I would usually throw two steaks on the grill, fan the aroma up to the bedroom and wait for my father to come down and join me in a meal. Some of our best conversations took place over a T- bone at 2 a.m.

On other occasions, I would talk to him about all of the places he took me as a child. We were great travelers, my father and me. There isn’t a lake in northern Illinois or southern Wisconsin that had been spared by our fishing prowess. We thought we were great fishermen, but as it turned out we were only good at dropping anchor and drowning worms. It didn’t matter, though, because it was our time together.

Dad had time for me because he worked as a precision machinist for International Harvester. I thought it was a great place for him because he only had to work six months out of the year
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