free·think·er (frē'thĭng'kər)
n.
One who has rejected authority and dogma, especially in religious thinking, in favor of rational inquiry and speculation.
1. Driving down the shore when we were really little kids (with Kippy in the back seat), he would make us memorize all the states and their capitals to pass the time. I don't think we uttered the phrase "are we there yet" because he kept us busy.
2. Whenever I travel for work, I always try to go to the baseball stadium and catch a game when I was in that particular town. So whatever stadium I was in, I would call Lou. His response to me was always, "What the hell are you doing there?" The days I called him from Dodger stadium and Wrigley Field were hysterical because neither teams were playing the Phillies but he was checking ESPN to see if the games I was attending were on so he could see me!!!
3. When Pop would work in his basement workshop (the dungeon) on Newkirk street, I loved the smell of the cut wood. He would let me sweep up the saw dust but I had to do it exactly how he said to!
4. The way Pop smelled when he came home from work at 4:00pm on the dot...
5. When I lived on Marston Street and Mom-mom used to roll around on the floor and play with Maggie (Mom-Mom was about 78 years old). Pop would come in and yell at her and we would crack up laughing. He yelled at her because he was the one that had to get her up off the floor and then they would both wind up falling over!
Okay, I'll think of more...but I have to get back to work now...
I've got a couple for you...
1. Driving down the shore when we were really little kids (with Kippy in the back seat), he would make us memorize all the states and their capitals to pass the time. I don't think we uttered the phrase "are we there yet" because he kept us busy.
2. Whenever I travel for work, I always try to go to the baseball stadium and catch a game when I was in that particular town. So whatever stadium I was in, I would call Lou. His response to me was always, "What the hell are you doing there?" The days I called him from Dodger stadium and Wrigley Field were hysterical because neither teams were playing the Phillies but he was checking ESPN to see if the games I was attending were on so he could see me!!!
3. When Pop would work in his basement workshop (the dungeon) on Newkirk street, I loved the smell of the cut wood. He would let me sweep up the saw dust but I had to do it exactly how he said to!
4. The way Pop smelled when he came home from work at 4:00pm on the dot...
5. When I lived on Marston Street and Mom-mom used to roll around on the floor and play with Maggie (Mom-Mom was about 78 years old). Pop would come in and yell at her and we would crack up laughing. He yelled at her because he was the one that had to get her up off the floor and then they would both wind up falling over!
Okay, I'll think of more...but I have to get back to work now...
Posted by: Cousin Donna | Tuesday, November 27, 2007 at 09:47 AM