Day 1047: I never heard my Dad swear ...

"Palmletter", digitally layered photos and collages

I never heard my Dad swear ... except once.

I was almost 16 and he was teaching me to drive shift.

That was my Dad's specialty.

An honored Greyhound bus driver as a young man.

A Hollywood studio driver in later years,

when the acting career didn't work out.

He was a master driver.

So when his only child,  who he always called "Jack" ...

(because he had wanted a boy)

initially couldn't co-ordinate letting out the clutch ...

and the engine went ca-chunk-ca-chunk-ca-chunk ...

he really couldn't help himself.

I heard @#$%$  ^&*%$ !!!

The only time I ever heard him swear. 

Ever.

A smile for Monday ...