By Edgar Guest
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.
All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it's hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.
It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father's just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he'd very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
'Tis mother has to fight it.
In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He's built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action.
I spent a gloriously cool, sunny Saturday with Cheryl! We had lunch with my family, went to Carderock to see the Potomac River (very high after all the rain this week) and C&O Canal (also high, just a couple of turtles), and stopped at the co-op so Adam could pick up something to bring to an evening party. Then we came home for a bit, ate Cheryl's mother's whoopie pies which were delicious, and went to Silver Spring to meet some friends at a convention -- we had Thai food with three people and briefly saw several others. When the con-goers all went off to a panel, we went to Baskin Robbins for dessert. Now I am rushing to bed because I am going out with extended family on Sunday. A few pics; Happy Father's Day if you are a dad, have a dad, or love someone like a dad!