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Tabs's Daddy
My Daddy is a SAINT....He is a SCIENTIST...
My Daddy bought me a Porsche after HS...cause I was driving his so much he didn't get to drive it.... My Daddy is very intelligent and well educated graduating from Cass Tech HS in Detroit (a very prestigious scientific prep school) and getting his BS in Chemistry from Wayne State. While he went to school he worked as a Tool and Die Maker for Packard at night, putting his chemistry books up on the machine so he could study. He is also the holder of several patents (one for a self destruct compound), worked on developing an Atomic Bomb simulator, a chemical Dosmeter, the B1 Bomber and a host of other DOD aerospace projects as an aerospace engineer. Daddy was always a good son who listened to his Mother. He always says, "A boys best friend is his Mother." As such he started selling newspapers at night in downtown Detroit when he was 10 years old and gave his paycheck to his Mother till he was 25. Daddy always listens to my Mother, for when Mother told him to cut off his mustach, he did, When she told him to stop smoking cigars, he did. Of course Daddy never drank cause his Mother told him not to, for it was the sins of the devil.. Speaking of which, if Daddy is a Saint, Grandpa was a HELLION who could be rather volatile. A veritble Union activist and communist sympathizer. Grandpa once threw one of Daddys friends out of the house by the seat of his pants for dissing the Union. Grandpa once pulled a John Wayne by beating up six guys in a Beergarten in Detroit after one of them asked Grandma to dance. The judge fined each of the six $50 and let Grandpa off... Gramdpa was also not shy and once told Henry Ford the 1st that he was crazy and Henry the 2nd on the dais as he was receiving his gold watch for 35 years at Ford, "That they should give a man a car for 35 years and not just a gold watch." Grandpa was a BULL of man who once carried a cast iron stove up a flight of stairs on his back and lifted the front end a 1950 Pontiac out of a pot hole when he was in his mid 50's. When Daddy brought home a brand new Maroon Packard convertible Grandpa got mad at him for not telling him about it, chasing him artound the car with a ballpeen hammer. When Grandpa died over 200 people came to his funeral, for he helped out a lot of people during the Depression. Yep Gramps was quiet a guy.. Of course I was always Grandpas favorite...the old man always listened to me...and let me play with his spoons when I came to visit.
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OHHH yeah Grandpa always believed in education, making sure that his sons were well educated, and that was no mean feet back in the day...Grandpa told Daddy and later me, "That they can take everything away from you except what you have in your head."
The truth of the matter is that Grandpa was very intelligent, never had a chance at an education. Some of the things I said you have to place into context for those Poles, German and Russian immigrants had families and were stuck working 6 days a week in the carplants in Detroit. Which before the Union came in were he11holes. So on their days off to let off steam they drank and lived hard...
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Some of you might just diss Daddy for being a Milktoast Mothers Boy...but when Daddy was 10 a car crushed his right foot to the point where they wanted to amputate it. However Gramps got a drunken MD to set it. Daddy told me that one night some boys wanted to push him off his newspaper selling corner, so Daddy took his crutch and bashed one of them over the head with it...
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Drunk again. BTW, it's "milquetoast."
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Tabdula is on a roll...
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You should see Cass Tech's new building...
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It means that the contrast of the new modern facility to the original building Tabs is familiar with would be an interesting thing for him to see.
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He sounds like a great man, and so does your mother. It’s a shame your dad and my dad never met. Both great men.
My dad was born at the age of five to poor Russian immigrants and all the way through school people made fun of his Irish accent. I think it was this that led him to run away and join the circus as the “crying baby” star of the show. Probably a year or two before he finished med school he got expelled from day care centre but it was this that lead to him meeting my mother (bless her). She was somewhat of a working class hero, only three seats from the throne, but highly dedicated to her life of going to embassy parties and feeding the goldfish, plus picking the kids up from school in the SUV. My dad’s folks, a bunch of hippies, sitting around surfing each day in Colorado, didn’t really approve at first but the day he paddled out and caught the biggest wave Colorado has ever seen – a sight to behold. Kids running, screaming for miles, as the huge wave came in with dad surfing it. In fact he got a gold medal in the Olympics just for that one wave. Anyway I must go. Dad’s glass of whisky is nearly empty and I’d hate for him to wake up. |
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