re: Most impressive thing you watched your dad do

He could coach and play some basketball, and could do anything and was most definitely THE SME on any job site.

He had demons and life wasn’t the best I think I’m the only family member who doesn’t hold it against him. It’s been said I’m a lot like him… so that’s not good. I think I’m worlds better and I’m much farther along than he ever was to my and my family knowledge. but i obviously everytime i frick up that’s the first thing out of their mouth soooo I got a long way to go. Is what it is.

He was a unit and I admired him and attribute my success and grinding work ethic to him.

Too many to list, but running his own business, alone, is up there. Came from a family of dirt poor farmers and did this. Also retired early.

Just one of many things.

My dad ran 56 miles on his 56th birthday. I was pretty proud of him. He trained for a couple years. Raised a lot of money for a local charity doing it.

My father was never a handy father with tools. Couldn't even fix a leaky toilet. I learned more about tools from my mother than my father. That said, put a chainsaw in his hands and he suddenly became a world-class surgeon. He could, and still can, drop a tree right where it needs to go.

He can also drink me under the table and wake up clear as a bell in the morning.

watched my Dad give the finger to another driver for at least 2 miles without ever breaking eye contact.... thought we were going to crash. I guess the other driver didnt want to pull over like he kept suggesting.... im sure alcohol was involved

telling the world to suck it and not doing shite after around 1989. It messed up the family finances but he didn't GAF. I am still impressed that, not only did he decide he'd be nothing, he still valued his own opinions more than anyone else on earth.

In my 45 years of life, my dad has watched less than a handful of movies.

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Every single day my boring, dirt poor upbringing with parents who stayed married seems more and more like I won the lottery.

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I got to spend a lot of time with my grandparents who lived next door. It was great.

As for things my grandfather did that were impressive: too many to count.

Walking outside one morning in high school and I see the old man, who was 78 at the time, in a dead sprint from his shop to the house. Probably 120 yards or so. He was booking it. He runs into the house. So I run across the yard to see, maybe 150 yards. I rip the door open, and he's pouring a cup of coffee. I ask if everything is okay and he looks around genuinely confused. So I ask why he was running.

"I figured me and the dogs are basically the same age now... Wanted to see if I could beat em in a race."

Another time a buddy and I are in the back of his Caprice going get a haircut. My buddy makes a crack about him driving like a paw paw. At the next stop sign he yields instead of stops, feints right, and then smashes it while cutting hard to the left. Breaks the arse end loose. My grandma starts hollering. I gets tossed across the back seat. And he's now got a big Caprice in a 4wheel drift with the back tires smoking. It hooks back up right as we enter the next curve, and he proceeds to drift through that one, the next one, and the 90 degree curve on 77. All with a shite eating grin on his face while my grandmother is cursing like a sailor.

He is single handedly why my entire family treats every single curve like a challenge

Trained me how to hold a flashlight steady and where to aim by just using a few words.

Got up every winter morning a little earlier, before going to the Armstrong tire plant, to build a fire in our small home so my mom, brother and me would be warmer while we got ready for school; made a home cooked breakfast every morning for us and after duck hunting for wood ducks in slews at our farm would strip down to his boxers and wade out in waist high water in the bitter cold and dark to gather the downed ducks.. my brother and I at 10 and 12 years old were shocked and agreed then that tradition would end with us