After a hectic week, I’ve got a big weekend in front of me. Tomorrow, we’re shooting a new Rock TV (the concept: breaking the bones of toddlers). After that, I’ve got to hurry home to meet up with my wife and my father in law, who is staying with us over the weekend. His actual legal name is Bronco, which is perhaps the greatest fact in the history of everything.
There is really no more perfect name for my father-in-law than Bronco. He is short, but muscular (from years of working in the mines of northern Minnesota), with a bushy mustache and the loudest voice imaginable. The man literally shouts his way through everything. Attending a funeral with him would be something akin to letting a pregnant donkey loose on the stage of a fine ballet.
Fortunately, his voice overamplifies some genuinely cool stories. From tales of his service in Vietnam to hot rodding in the early 60’s (think American Graffiti starring Regis Philbin on speed).
Anyway, I’m looking forward to a fun time with my loud, opinionated father-in-law, as usual. Perhaps in a quiet restaurant I will ask him to opine on immigration from Mexico or abortion. This will bring great pleasure to me, and probably Bridgette too, I assume.
Here’s wishing all of you a boisterous, politically incorrect weekend!