Mother’s Day
“Hey Captain!” I said into my phone. “Hey Sailor!” my dad said. “How are they hanging?” I queried. “One in front of the other, for speed!” He’s a fighter pilot, that’s the standard reply. “And yourself?” “I’m high speed, low-drag sir!” We both chuckled. I’m not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good. “You’re going home for Mother’s Day, right?” he asked. “Oh yeah, dad. I’m going home, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. Please tell me you sent something?” We both laughed again. Dad once had the impression that since his wife wasn’t his mother, he didn’t need to get her anything for Mother’s day. That is the wrong impression, believe me! He’d been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it. …