Like Father Like Son?

Like most kids growing up, 

I loved my Father, 

but I was a little rebellious, 

and thought I would never grow up to be like him. 

He grew up during the Great Depression, 

fought in World War Two, 

and became a Vice President in a Corporation. 

Myself, 

I grew up during the Cold War, 

marched in a Protest as a Hippie during the early Seventies, 

and then became a Musician for next 15 years. 

My Father, 

who is now 90 years old, 

told me a story the other day when he was young. 

In one way, 

he said he was very lucky. 

He was one of the few men, 

his age, 

to have a driver's license. 

It wasn't very common in those days, 

right before the War, 

to have one. 

Well, 

one night, 

he was on a date, 

and at the end of the night he had to take his date home. 

Being the swag, 

cool, 

and debonair man that he was, 

my Dad, 

parked his car in front of his date's house, 

and leaned over to kiss her goodnight. 

Unfortunately, 

his left elbow pressed hard against the car horn, 

and blasted a note of warning to her Parents. 

Thinking her Father would suspect that his Daughter beep the horn, 

asking for help, 

my Dad got the Hell out of there! 

Now you can see how I would want to grow up, 

at least with a little bit more suave to my personality. 

I was pretty lucky too growing up. 

I got my driver's license when I was 16 years old. 

One of the first times, 

that I was able to get the car without supervision, 

I took my High School Sweet Heart, 

Sherry, 

down to Lover's Lane in South Milwaukee, 

Wisconsin. 

Our town was right on the shores of Lake Michigan, 

and inside Grant Park, 

a park which stretched between three cities 

and the shores of the Lake, 

there was a Marina. 

At night, 

the Marina's large parking lot served as Lover's Lane. 

To reach it, 

you had to drive down a winding road from on top of a hill. 

Being, 

that this was my first time to Lover's Lane, 

I came down the hill with my headlights a blazing. 

Reached the bottom of the hill and drove around the parking lot, 

looking for the perfect spot. 

Still, 

with my headlights a blazing. 

Car after car had a least one person roll down their window 

and yell, 

"Turn off those f<^%ing lights!" 

So I just turned on my running lights. 

A little embarrassed. 

Finally, 

I found the perfect spot, 

pulled in, 

and turned off the car 

and the lights. 

Acting as charming as I knew how, 

I leaned over, 

to kiss my High School Sweet Heart, 

when my left elbow leaned hard on the car horn. 

That brought out a few more expletives about my personal well-being 

and character. 

Undaunted, 

my girl 

and I kind of laughed it off, 

then I went in for the kill a second time. 

Thinking, 

now I would get the kiss I've been waiting for all day. 

My elbow hit the car horn harder this time. 

Blasting a note of warning to myself 

and my sweet heart. 

Only one Dude got out of his car 

and headed towards my car, 

but that was enough for me. 

I started the car, 

got the Hell out of there, 

and never went back to Lover's Lane inside that same particular vehicle. 

See, 

I wasn't like my Dad after all. 

Because he had more swag, 

he was a lot cooler, 

and was the debonair man I would never be!

This is,

Everything I Wrote Here Is True,

Jim The Charming Hauenstein,

And,

"You gotta love all that suave debonairness!”
- Katie MacAlister -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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