Freddy Mike

I just thought of a funny story about my dad that I had to write down before I forgot. I am supposed to be doing dishes right now to surprise Joni with a clean house when she gets home but I couldn't resist a blog...sorry Joni. Glen got me thinking when he was talking about Freddy Mike being a lead foot when he drives. I don't know if I ever told anyone about this one but for those of you who know my dad, just picture his reaction to the whole thing. It was near the end of the summer when I was still in high school, and I was headed over to Colorado for a visit. Dad picked me up in his sporty little Taurus SHO at the airport and just as soon as I was in the car we were flying 90 miles per hour down the highway in order to get to the house for an emergency nap or something...I don't know. Dad was losing his patience as usual and I was feeling a bit nervous as the cars we were passing were like dark colored blurs...I felt kinda like I was in the movie Tron. We came up on two unsuspecting cars driving side by side but we weren't slowing down and there wasn't much room to get between them...that's when it happened. Freddy Mike started hollering, "I can't stop. I can't stop!" We proceeded to drive between the two cars (on a two lane road)...I must add their expressions were pretty good too as they were trying to figure out what we were doing, then I looked down at his feet and he was pushing in the clutch with all of his might as the brake peddle sat there unbothered thinking to itself, "I am right here Mikey dear". He finally figured out what was going on when he took off his cool sunglasses to look down at his feet. No one was harmed but it made for a pretty funny converasation the rest of the way home. He just kept repeating, "For crud sakes, I just don't know how that happened". Its the moments like that summer day that make me thankful to have a family and parents that aren't by any means "normal". Dysfunctional families are the best! Which reminds me, dad if you are reading this I expect this and many more of your children's truthful accounts to get published in your genealogy book that you are writing. We need to have a record of where all of this abnormality came from. That doesn't mean you are excluded either mom "crazy socks" berger.