Are You There

Jared writes...

My friend Geoffrey’s dad is Slick. I don’t mean he’s slick in the old school way of talking…it’s actually his name, nickname, really. When my mom was between boyfriends for a time we lived with her parents. Slick and his family lived next door. Geoffrey and I got be good friends. One of the coolest things about our friendship is that Slick always thought to include me in stuff. “Hey, Jared,” he’d say, “how ‘bout goin’ with us to Red Feather for the weekend?”

Those times I spent with Geoffrey and Slick were some of the best times I’ve ever had. Not that what we were doing was so special, but that I was hanging out with a Dad, a real, live Dad. I think that’s what made it so memorable. Slick plays in a band and he’s a big scruffy lookin’ dude. Not your typical dad type, I guess, but he’s probably one of the best dad’s I ever met. And what made him one of the best dads is that he just hung out with Geoffrey and me. It was like a privilege to be invited into the time they spent together. It’s something I never got from my dad.