tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post2642386965330878151..comments2024-03-26T15:49:05.333-07:00Comments on Criminal Minds: Father’s DayJosh Stallingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09913654176433125233noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-64896599896288038762019-05-23T19:52:32.292-07:002019-05-23T19:52:32.292-07:00Jim, who knew you were such a rascal? Eight kids ...Jim, who knew you were such a rascal? Eight kids puts both of your parents in line for sainthood. We were only four, but my mother didn't drive, so my father had to drive us everywhere until we got our license, and he was 52 when I was born. It was little wonder that he got each of us a vehicle when we got our license. For his chauffer duties alone, he deserved our respect. He's been gone now for 22 years, but I owe much to him for the person I became, which is more good than bad, I hope. Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-58232705545270654542019-05-23T15:25:22.092-07:002019-05-23T15:25:22.092-07:00Eight kids? My father was one of seven, but that w...Eight kids? My father was one of seven, but that was an earlier generation. Hats off to you all - and to your dad and mom - for surviving!.By the way, my kid brother once did a flip off the roof into a snowbank that, unfortunately, had a ski pole sticking out, point up. It was imbedded in his forehead but, fortunately, not in his brain. He still has the scar.Susan C Sheahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225627756540127032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-41186973093366822192019-05-23T13:40:00.211-07:002019-05-23T13:40:00.211-07:00Wow. Who knew? I never would've guessed, knowi...Wow. Who knew? I never would've guessed, knowing you now Jim. As an only child, I marvel at your tales.<br />Your dad deserves extra extra on Father's Day. kkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02296326994943617709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-32315765162186635132019-05-23T12:52:02.836-07:002019-05-23T12:52:02.836-07:00My family had 3 girls. We played football in the r...My family had 3 girls. We played football in the rain once with a hard loaf of bread at vets field. We would get anyone on Locust Ave together and play. Thank goodness my Dad wasn't the only one who seemed to work 22 hrs a day. Wanted to chain him up to talk to him for 5 minutes. Thanks for the peek into your home.MB Parettahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18166868344073777642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-76784301277421185152019-05-23T10:40:30.088-07:002019-05-23T10:40:30.088-07:00Thanks, Jim Wilsky. We had a tree in our yard that...Thanks, Jim Wilsky. We had a tree in our yard that set the occasional pick on an over-the-middle route. Drew the plays in the dirt with our fingers. Sometimes on the palm of our hands. And for “touch football” it was pretty violent. Taught me my 7 multiplication table, though. Loved hearing your take. Thanks!James W. Ziskinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07677940119373480715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-57413681000210356932019-05-23T09:12:15.089-07:002019-05-23T09:12:15.089-07:00I didn't realize I grew up on the same block a...I didn't realize I grew up on the same block as you! Jumping off roofs, bicycles and out of trees onto a big cardboard box, basically just terrorizing the neighborhood. Football in the rain and mud, played across three front yards. A prison yard game was more civilized than those. I've never been pummeled and hit so hard since and also getting blind sided by that one tree while reaching for that pass. Great stuff and I related to it all. I just wish you could have worked in 'party lines' somehow. That was #1 on my dad's list of things that really set him off. I laughed the whole through, but the howler monkey comment stole the show.Jim Wilskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07909318251288842856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4994072470312639837.post-8947089065901523462019-05-23T02:05:47.306-07:002019-05-23T02:05:47.306-07:00Nice post about your family and to your dad, Jim. ...Nice post about your family and to your dad, Jim. But how could you take that souvenir foul ball out and play it. Ouch.Paul D. Markshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15466234708772287399noreply@blogger.com