My dad was a pip. That’s what Archie Bunker called his wife with eye-rolling affection when she’d say something off the wall. “You’re a pip, Eedit.” Likewise, Pop was a pip.
With Father’s Day looming, it’s the memory of my dad’s perfect-timing, effortless humor that visits. Ol’ Alfred P. Blough wasn’t the greatest dad in the world by any of society or psychology standards, but he was definitely a character. Everyone who ever met Dad would say, “Ol’ Alf sure is a character.” And really, isn’t it a much better accolade to be known as a true character than a textbook, great dad? Emphatically I say, “You betcha!”