can you stand anymore of this.....

Daddy O: Don't get me wrong, "Nerk" isn't a bad place,
it's just a great place to be from. Mom was born in Newark and
she died, fifty-two years later, still in Newark. She knew there was something over
the horizon...she just never got there. She wanted to make
damn sure I did. My childhood was picture perfect,
we lived four houses from the edge of town. I had Log Pond Run and
a horse barn on one side of me and the pool hall on the other,
what more could a young punk want?

philip roddy 1958 Therapist: But what about Roddy, wasn't she enough to maintain ties to Newark? Daddy O: Yea, for a little while. Roddy taught me the "Way's of the world," if you get my drift. Roddy wanted married, a home, picket fence, rose garden, all that. I bought her a Hope Chest. She and her mother had my life planned out to the next century. All I wanted to do was drive Roddy out to Blue Jay Road. Therapist: AHHH! We have it! The title. Daddy O: Well partly.

Every Tuesday night Roddy went bowling at Park Lanes out on 79, for the insurance
agency where she worked. I would tool in there in my '56 Pontiac with the
Playboy seat covers and Cadillac tail lights, pick her up and head for Blue Jay Road.
My life works so well when I have a routine. So, right on schedule
Mr. Bigshot walks in the door of the bowling alley and immediately stumbles
upon the sight of Roddy and some guy, sitting in the benches,
cuddling and holding hands. Therapist: Did this surprise you?
Daddy O: I didn't have a friggin' clue! Several weeks later I tried to talk to her...she said,
"There is nothing to talk about." We have never spoken since.

Therapist: Taking a quick glance at this photo of "Little-T" I simply must ask
you again, how have you managed to meet so many women? Daddy O: Doc, in spite of
having been married two and a half times I have been single for sixty two years.

You know a charming guy like myself can get in a lot of trouble in that amount of time. I went to art school. Every class was thirty-five babes, four guys wearing purple ascots and me. When working at a hospital, in public relations, there were 380 beds, 350 nurses and me. The Air Force sent me to Washington D.C., seven woman for every guy. As Manager of Corporate Graphics at Bordens the department was almost all women, including Lora. Therapist: Lora?

Tell me about Lora, she sounds.....ah, special. Daddy O: Sitting on my lap special.
Special...very special. In fact so special I'm not ready to discuss that just yet.
Therapist: Wow! Of all these women there was one THAT special. Daddy O: There were
a lot of them THAT special. But of all the women I have known there
is only one I would marry now. (long silence) Therapist: Lora?

Daddy O: Doc...we are drifting off course here.
Therapist: Ahem, yes I guess we are, let's get back to that
missing hotrod. Daddy O: Good idea, you see it was a life long pain.
Therapist: The loss of the car? Daddy O: Well the loss of
that car was devastating but the scars have never healed. What that incident
initiated was a pattern of life long losses. Looking back, I now realize that what
it told me was that no matter how much I cared about something,
I was going to lose that something.

You name it, my family, my business, my farm, my fortune,
my office manager.....all gone! Therapist: It sounded like
you were emphasizing your 'office manager?'

LYNX, INC. 1972
Daddy O: (deep breath...long pause) Sigh.

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