The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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    I interviewed my dad, John, this weekend in my house while watching the Eagles game. This memory of his reminds him of all the funny and stupid things he did with his friends in college. He also uses this story as a lesson for me to work harder, and take my assignments more seriously no matter what the class is.

Dear John,

It is safe to say that I decided to interview you, because I knew you would have some crazy and humorous stories to share with me. Little did I know that was going to be a huge understatement. It was a thrill listening to everything you had to say, and in fact it was pretty hard to keep myself from laughing at a lot of points. I found it amazing of how much you remembered, as some of these memories were many years ago.

It was also incredible how some of these memories you told me not to be funny, but you wanted to make them as a learning experience for me. You were able to relate the memory of you in college and the memory of you running over the pet cat to me, because you don’t want me making the same dumb mistakes you did when you were younger. The way you discussed these memories showed me a few things. It really showed me how much of a great  and caring father you are, as you want me to be a way better version of you as I grow up. Your guidance is greatly appreciated, and it’s something I will always be thankful for. Your memories also showed me how much we are alike. Being careless or forgetful at times, and being extremely passionate for your local sports teams are qualities that I have also seen in myself.

My favorite part about interviewing you was that I got to see how much you have grown over time. From being a reckless and at times careless student in college, to now being a great mentor and father shows great maturity, and that’s what makes you such a good role model. I believe my interviewing experience with you enhanced our relationship, as we realized how much we have in common. I am so glad I can hold these memories of yours for years to come, and I want to thank you for giving up your time to let me interview you. I love you Dad.

    Your son, Michael

It was a beautiful day to start off the summer season. There wasn’t a cloud in the vibrant sky, the sun was tanning everyone’s skin, and all of West Chester was genuinely happy to be done the spring semester. John was hanging out in the apartments backyard drinking a few cold ones with his roommates, Evan, Adam, and Brian, as they reminisced on their past couple months. The guys discussed their summer plans and expressed how glad they were to be done their classes (and actually had passed them). All besides John, at least.

    “Man, fuck that guy. Seriously. He SUCKS.” John had been in a photography class (required for a gen ed) and failed his final portfolio. “I really just wanna beat the shit out of that guy.” John only failed because he developed his pictures upside-down. The professor made him come back to redevelop them after finals were all over, but the guy still gave him a C-.

    “Yeah dude I can’t believe what an ass that dweeb is,” complained Evan while taking a gulp of his Miller Lite.

    “Who the hell cares, it’s photography,” shrugged Adam.

    Brian, like always didn’t care to say anything. He just cracked another beer and took another drag of his cigarette. He got up from the lawn chair to throw out his empty beer in the trash can by the fence. He looked up and saw an older man walking across the street.

    “Yo, Bri, who’s that?” questioned Evan.

    “I don’t know, some old head.”

    John, perking his head up to take a look, exclaims, “Guys guys guys, no fucking way. That’s the professor.”

    “Yooooo dude, grab an egg or somethin!” laughed Adam.

    John ran in the house cracking up looking for the closest object. On the kitchen counter sat a bag of tomatoes Evan’s mom brought them from home (like the boys would actually cook with them, though). John clenched a ripe, juicy tomato and ran back outside with his adrenaline rushing. At this point the professor was halfway down the block.

    “DO IT DOOOO IT!” chanted the guys.

    John chucked the tomato over the fence about a distance of 7 or 8 houses and then heard SPLAT. The tomato hit the back heel of the professor. The guys all ducked down, holding back their tears from laughing.

    “YEAH FUCK YOU,” screamed Brian as John punched him in the arm laughing.

    “Dude, shut up,” John whispered barley getting a sound out in between wheezing from laughing.

    The asshole professor looked around for a possible source, looked at his foot in disgust, wiped off the tomato splatter, and went about his way. The professor had no clue where the tomato came from. Maybe now he won’t fail a student for a minor mistake.
    

The Professors Payback

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I interviewed my dad, John, this weekend in my house while watching the Eagles game. This memory of his reminds him of all the funny and stupid things he did with his friends in college. He also uses this story as a lesson for me to work harder, and take my assignments more seriously no matter what the class is.

Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Michael Burns on December 7, 2018
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