My Dad is a cowboy...

Nahhhh, he's just crazy!

He is what James Dean would have been all grown up. He's a mixture of Elvis and Cool Hand Luke with a little pinch of Sinatra. You see my father and you don't see a older man. You see the kid that we see in the pictures. With the tight white tee shirt with the pack of Winston rolled in the sleeve. You see him and you know he likes fast rides and good times. He will scare you silly, all with a smile on his face and his voice just above a whisper.

My father is the type that you gotta keep an eye on. He will surprise you at every turn. You will never know whats coming from this 'Cool Dude'. Cool Dude a name that he chose to be called. It brings a smile to everyones face when a little and big kids call him that. Because, it's true.

He was a great provider and a good father. We didn't need a guard dog like a pit bull, we had my Dad. When a great song came on - you either had a dance partner of someone that would join you to perform in front of the family. If you were in the car with him and a song came on that he loved, we would circle. Circle the block. Round and round while dancing and harmonizing in our seats. If American Pie came on and you had to pee - cross your legs.

So why the thoughts of my Dad? Well, he is in the middle of a storm. I am watching it on TV and all I see is this huge circular storm pounding on the place he now calls home. It's hard to watch. He is with my Mom and I know she's safe. Why? You call and you get a man with a little giggle in his voice. He has figured the storm out.

Nothing can beat him. He has a fireplace and a bathroom. It's like camping!

And if the storm thought it might get the upper hand - it has another thing coming.

I wouldn't mess with my Dad.