Yesterday

Vagabond Tim
Yesterday would have marked my fathers 53rd birthday if he had been able to avoid succumbing to the very kind of stupidity I have clearly inherited.

In the summer of 2008 the rivers west of here, in British Columbia, were swollen and raging. Being one of the wettest years in recent memory caused amazing foliage and some truly spectacular photographic opportunities. This led to the death of another fellow from Calgary mere weeks earlier in the very same area.

So the old man, being more inclined to adventure than common sense, packed up his RV and went for a drive with his girlfriend. Photographing nearly every single object to cross his path led to a fairly detailed account of his last few days. The photographs of deer from horseback, and bees investigating flowers are a wonderful reminder of exactly how beautiful the world he saw was. Sadly there will be no more photographs and no more of his absurd stories that defy explanation and severely strain credulity.

Many years ago a company known as AirSpray made the fool mistake of employing a young jackass who claimed to know how to fix airplanes. I remember as a small child being taken to the hanger where he worked, there were all kinds of spooky relics from eons past, mainly what I remember as being world war two rations that tasted of chalk and sadness.

This job led to a lot of traveling around the country as planes tend to stay wherever they break down. Some of these assignments lasted months. The most memorable of them being when, for reasons unexplained, my teddy bear went with him. Upon his return I was handed a stack of Polaroid photos of my bears vacation. The bear was seen at strip clubs, dingy bars full of bikers, the cockpit of a plane looking out the window at a raging wildfire, and my personal favorite had him wearing a bandana and playing Russian roulette with the mechanics. No one ever claimed my father understood what age appropriate meant.

My parents divorced fairly young and somehow both ended up purchasing vans with boats and sea serpents painted on the side.

Based purely on how long it took this inherited tendency to endanger oneself to bear fruit I should be able to furnish the world with a fairly robust series of falsehoods and entertaining yarns before being trampled by lemmings or some such nonsense.

For all those living in the shadowy absence of a bright light in their lives, please remember please how beautiful the world remains and in honour of my dad’s birthday, do something stupid and reckless.

Regardless of how it turns out, it will be worth the story.

My bear went with my dad to work one day, I received this photo a few weeks later. He was apparently playing Russian roulette with the guys

Amazingly there was a time when his hair still had colour

Amazingly there was a time when his hair still had colour

Dads perm easily removes all cool gained from owning this van

Dads perm easily removes all cool gained from owning this van

I swear there were times when I believed that camera was attached to his hand permanently

I swear there were times when I believed that camera was attached to his hand permanently

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