His assessment is that it doesn't rain all the time, but when it does they are huge violent storms. He used to hang out on Pike street every weekend. He was there for five months.
I remember his little bits of wisdom from when I was a kid. I've heard most of them over and over and over and over.
This is a new one on me. Even pulled out some woman's name and what kind of car she drove.
Did I mention that my father is very close to senile?
Not just jokingly either. I mean he's pretty damned close to being just a total veg when it comes to brain use.
Unless it involves work. He can tell you how many gallons of jp5 were spilled inside hangar 5 last year and who was sent to clean it and how many hours got charged off to what job order number.
But ask him to repeat what you and him talked about for a full hour this morning and he'll never guess it in a million years.
serves him right really.
Now I can point and laugh and he'll never even realize.