i sometimes catch myself channeling my father doing this: walking slowly down the meat isle at the grocery store, pushing the shopping cart along with my hips, reaching out for various packages of steak, hamburger meat or chicken, looking at the price, shaking my head back and forth slightly and muttering to myself "that's a lotta money!" and glaring at the package as i toss it into the basket.
the older i get, the more i am turning into the ol' man. he made it look all so easy to me; being a man and doing the right thing.
RIP, dad......7.16.1996