In honor of Father's Day, what are some of your fondest memories of your Dad?
As many of you know, I grew up in Michigan. My father owned a Jewish wholesale bakery. He was one of the famous Jewish bakers in the Detroit area. I loved working at the bakery during the summers. The smells of freshly baked goods would fill the air several blocks away. Warm onion buns are still my favorite.
I have three older sisters and no brothers. I am the baby of the family. As the only son, my dad and I had a very special bond. He was my pal and my buddy. He taught me to shave when I was 12. I sure wish I would have kept his vintage Gillettes! Saturday's we would often shop for aftershave lotion at our local department store.
There are so many other wonderful memories:
Playing catch. I came home from school one day, and my dad had bought us new baseball gloves and Detroit Tiger caps. He was so excited because he knew I would be excited.
Watching football together. University of Michigan and Detroit Lions games.
Attending wrestling matches at the Cobo Arena. Bobo Brazil, the Original Sheik, Lord Layton, and Mark Lewin were some of my favorites.
Finally, simply spending time with my dad talking about life was fantastic.
My dad died back in 1980 at the age of 58. He was a diabetic, overweight, and a smoker. He underwent an artery bypass operation and suffered three strokes. He never made it out of the hospital.
I sure wish I could have another day with him so he could meet my wife and pets. So he could visit our house and watch sports on our big screen TV. So he could examine my array of shaving stuff. And most of all, I would love to know if I made him proud... if I became the man he wanted me to be.