DADis a retired doctor approaching the century mark in birthdays. In 1941, at the age of 19, Dad boarded B-24 bombers and flew 30 missions over German territory. He returned home to Mississippi like nothing happened. Dad married above his station, practiced eye doctoring for 50 years, shaped the future of his church and community, fathered and nurtured five (5) children of which the-writer-of-this-book is the oldest. Dad made a positive difference in just about everything he did. However, do not ask him to stand in line and wait!
BRIANis the-son-of-the-writer-of-this-book and he’s a Down syndrome man entering middle age. Things you and I do subconsciously are actions Brian must think about.He may move as slow as a turtle but, he excels in being patient, handling stress, and laughing. He is also very good at being happy! And, the-writer-of-this-book strives to be more like Brian.
BOBis the author of “Have Fun, Dammit!” He lives at Dad’s in Mississippi one half of each week and then he’s off to New Orleans to do his weekly radio show about food and culinary matters, which of course makes it is difficult for him to lose weight. Although Bob’s lady friend, Turnipseed, makes fun of the way he dances, he dances anyway. He also spends a lot of time learning to be more like Brian.As you’ll find out when you read the book, Bob’s life is actually pretty good.
VAUGHThappens to be a dog. He just doesn’t know it. If he lived in the 1950’s he’d be the beatnik down the street. Cool.But, he gets his ass kicked because he sees himself as bigger than some of the other carbon life forms that venture onto Dad’s yard. In dog years, Vaught is at least as old as Dad. We fret more about Vaught dying than we do about Dad.Because Vaught is Dad’s favorite child.