The Big Dog, The Main Man, The Enchilada, Chief Blackhawk... he goes by a lot of things in this house (even a couple things Mom has called him over the years that I'm not sure what they mean but they don't sound particularly wonderful).
I call him Dad, and that's good enough for me.
And here is three generations of my homeboys.
Oh, and one clarifying statement: you don't see Mabel Jane in any photos because she was a nasty hag that day and refused to be in any (turns out she had 104 temperature, but whatever, no excuses in my book).
Ya know, I was gonna end the post right there but I decided in honor of this day I wanted to take a look back at my pops and me over the years, just hanging like only we know how.
I could have totally included pictures coming up of Dad with Mae and Pax, too, but they don't call this blog Mabel's Fabels, do they? Or Pax's Picnic? Nope, they don't.
