I drove over to my parent's house this morning. Dad had cooked bacon and biscuits. I realized today how much he is like his mother. Breakfast was the bonding agent in her family and she never let a day pass without preparing it.
"Did you listen to the game last night?" my father asked me as we sat and ate.
Auburn lost badly. I lied and said I did. Actually, I could care less about football this year. I never was a big sports fan.
All during our meal, dad's cellphone rang. He would mutter damn it and would look to see who was calling. They were all business related calls.
"I wouldn't want people to be able to contact me anywhere," I told him about his cellphone. "You know my phobia of the phone."
Dad reached over and turned the phone off and we both erupted in smiles as we finished our breakfast. I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks. I love my father.