Where everybody knows HIS name.....

Tonight I got a phone call from my dad.

It sounded kinda loud.

"Dad...where are you?"

"I'm at the drummer eating a burger. Why don't you come meet me for a burger?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now THE DRUMMER is really the Dirty Drummer in Chandler. It's like this dive dive restaurant and bar a few miles from my parents house that my parents visit from time to time.

This is like CHEERS to my dad---he knows everybody! The cook came out to see how my burger was (which was DELISH!)

And I shook hand and met people and they knew that I was the daughter that doesn't come in! (LOL! Apparently, my sisters are always up for good food!)

But the most interesting thing is how everybody knows HIS name however with that comes talking.

Lots and lots and lots and lots of talking.

But not me and dad talking to each other..........no seriously, we only said 1/2 a sentence to each other.

But I learned about the teamsters from a man. And how he lost his wife. and about all sorts of things.

And the sad thing is that his daughters came in to get his keys----not sure if it was because he had been drinking or because she really needed the car but she looked at me and introduced herself and said, "Thank you for talking to my dad. He's said more to you tonight than he has to me in a year. He usually comes home and goes straight to his room. So thank you."

So I have the gift..........the gift of listening. To anyone.

Both my parents are gifted.

Random strangers talking to my mom in the bank about their health problems.

Random strangers talking to my dad in the elevator.

So tonight I shared a counter with my dad. And listened to another dad talk about their loss and life.

And I listened.

And as C R A Z Y as my dad makes me ALOT! I am so fortunate that he can call me and ask me to go meet him for a burger.

And that he talks to me more than that other girl who felt sad today.

~me