My Dad

My Dad, what a kidder. I have no idea what made him think he could walk into a biker bar in Atlanta half drunk on a bottle of scotch and declare that anyone who rides a Harley is a pussy. He then tried to pick up this guys girlfriend and and convince her that only real men drive Goldwings. You think his face looks bad. . . you should have seen the other guys fist.



On a lighter note. He sent me a much needed care package. A beautiful box full of cigars came today that over filled my humidor!! He really knows how to keep the shot gun out of my mouth. I love my Dad.