Growing up my dad would sing verses or excerpts of country songs or 60s rock while making dinner. It was the background noise to the end of the day for most of my childhood. Sometimes my dad was in a less than favorable mood after working long hot days welding together construction equipment. Most of the time though, he was congenial and kept to himself while he made us dinner. Occasionally he would interrupt our cartoons to ask us to do light chores around the house.
Tonight I caught myself singing a verse of Waylon Jennings’ “Luckenback Texas” while putting together hamburger patties.
This successful life we’re livin’ got us feudin’ like the Hatfields and McCoys
Rhen is watching Johnny Test and eating Doritos while he waits for dinner. Thinking back to my childhood and hearing my dad singing those old country songs I now know that this is the sound of security. The sound of a family that is comfortable. Figuring that if your dad can sing country songs while making dinner as the summer dwindles on – things can’t be all that bad.