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Dad stories thread. For maximum effect go to the garage or a freshly mowed lawn.
If your drinking beer: budweiser. If its a cocktail make it a Jack Dempsey or Rob Roy, otherwise something with gin in it.
If your drinking beer: budweiser. If its a cocktail make it a Jack Dempsey or Rob Roy, otherwise something with gin in it.
I grew up on a roughish street. Cholos. They messed with me one day, pushed me off my bike. Went home crying. Dad rounded up a bunch of them, lined em up, had me point out who and proceeded to kick his ass. They never messed with me again.
There was a pretty sizable age difference between us, we never quite saw eye to eye on a lot, he got me into jazz, MASH, slapstick comedy, sci fi movies, and appreciation of quality stereo equipment. Theres tons of vinyl and reel to reel a for me to go through here.
He was lucky enough to serve between the Korean and Vietnam, so never got sent out. But while he was serving, he got run laps around Laguna Seca, and go to jazz clubs in NYC on the weekends.
He never quite understood my computer "thing" it was often "the problem" or "the reason". But I think over time he started to understand and see, he was thrilled when I brought the 3d printer over and printed something for him, and doubly so when he learned it ran on g-code.
g-code.
g code is a set of commands that you send to say, a CNC mill or 3d printer. It's tells it what to move and how far.
My dad was a machinist. He made parts for so many planes. He even has parts in the Stealth Bomber.
Technology eventually squeezed him out of a job
g code is a set of commands that you send to say, a CNC mill or 3d printer. It's tells it what to move and how far.
My dad was a machinist. He made parts for so many planes. He even has parts in the Stealth Bomber.
Technology eventually squeezed him out of a job
But he never stopped learning. At one point he started to learn CAD, and at the time, you were pretty much manually entering it in, you guessed it, g-code.
It wasnt until I was older that we started to connect a bit more. I put myself into debt to buy crazy expensive dodger tickets. (He once effortlessly palmed a foul ball, and in the same motion tossed it to the little kid by us) We grilled on Sundays.
But my all time favorite was on any given sunday, we were grilling. He waited for everyone to go inside. Then he says "you know that movie, uh, Apocalypse Now?" At this time I had just gotten done doing a deep dive on that movie - watching it a lot, picking it apart, analyzing
and I was like "hell ya, love it, what is it?" I thought he was going hit me up for a copy or something. But then he goes "you know that song..." I didn't even let him finish. "...yea, the end by the doors" "ohhh ok, the end? Doors."
I like to believe that that night, he had a little extra to drink and listened to it a couple times.
There was a lot I didn't appreciate when I was younger, he worked hard to provide us with an amazing education, and I kinda fucked it up. But I hope I redeemed myself in his eyes. I never bought him a Yellow AC Cobra like I wanted to.
In his honor mow the lawn, and change the oil in your vw bug.
