I have many fond memories of my father but only these 52 seconds of video. Miss you, Dad. See you soon.
Clyde Stilley, My Father from Kevin Stilley on Vimeo.
Killing Them With Kindness
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Whew. You made it through another Father’s Day without giving your dad a necktie. Congratulations. It isn’t always easy to find the right gift for Dad, or Mom, or anyone else. Finding the right “Thank You” gift that genuinely expresses your appreciation can also be quite difficult. Consider this story of gift giving gone bad.
In the early part of the century Arthur Hungerford Pollen invented a superior gunnery control system for the British navy. he did not get the Royal Navy to use his system until he had won over Frederick C. Ogilvy, one of the most respected gunnery officers in the navy. Pollen, wanting to express his thanks, sent Ogilvy a basket of oysters. Unfortunately, the oysters were tainted. Ogilvy died a few weeks later. (Source: Casanova Was A Book Lover
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I guess he should have sent him a necktie, instead.
They Call Me Dad
Over the years my wife has done many wonderful things for me. One of the finest was that she trained our kids to welcome me home at the end of a long day at work. When our firstborn was just a toddler I would step through the door and hear her shout out “Dad’s home!” Parker would come running, with plenty of hugs and kisses.
Missing Tim Russert
Tomorrow is Father’s Day. It is supposed to be a day in which I rejoice in the many blessings that God has given me; specifically, Parker, Tessa, Daniel, Gabriel, and Child #5 which we have not yet named. In that sense tomorrow will be a great day.
However, it will also be a sad day. On Sundays my wife and I have what has become a family ritual. We record the Sunday morning television news programs and then watch them together while relaxing over our evening meal. Tomorrow, our ritual will be a melancholy one for we will be missing Tim Russert. For a long time we have enjoyed watching as he hosted Meet The Press, putting his guests in the hot seat with a class that was uniquely his own. This week he died of a heart attack and I will greatly miss him. He will no longer be a part of our Sunday evening repast.
Rest in peace, Tim Russert.
