It's Saturday, and again, I am participating in Saturday Centus, hosted by Jenny Matlock.
Mr. Jenny comes up with a weekly writing prompt, and requires that you limit your response to 100 words (but nothing risque). Play along, won't you?
This week's prompt? It was Father's Day, 1984, when I heard that voice in the hallway...
(For some reason, when I sit and ponder the prompt each Saturday, I feel like I should preface my finished text with "For your consideration", like Rod Serling did on Twilight Zone episodes). This may or may not be an indication of just how warped my wee little mind is...
For your consideration...Persistence Pays Off, Pops
It was Father's Day, 1984, when I heard that voice in the hallway... For a split second, I thought my dad was at the door. He knew I wasn't driving to Phoenix today just so he could ask when I was going to "make something" of myself.
Fred was speaking animatedly to our visitor; I heard the crash of the beer can pyramid we constructed during TBS's Cheech and Chong movie marathon.
"Dude, freakin' get out here, man! It's that dude from Publisher's Clearinghouse! Man, look at the size of that check!"
As Ed McMahon shook my hand, I thought I might just give my old man a call, after all.