A night in the clink due to dad

It’s not just on Father’s Day that I think of Dad. Quite often lately I think I see him before realizing it’s just the reflection of me in a mirror.

I hope the stories I tell my daughters don’t have the same effect on them my father’s stories had on me.

Dad told great stories. Some – involving women and alcohol -- I seldom repeat, but have never forgotten. Others I tried to top.

I blame him for the time I spent behind bars in Eureka. Dad often talked about hitchhiking around the country before the start of WWII. If he didn’t have a place to spend the night he’d often ask to sleep in the local...