stealth interviews

For the past couple of weekends, I've conducted what I'm terming stealth interviews with dad. He's taken a deep interest in the state of my yard (as I fully expected would happen once I moved within a 10-mile radius of him), so every time he comes over to fertilize or harass me about using my sprinkler system, I've suggested lunch. Today we went to Waid's in Fairway, or his "old haunting grounds" as he puts it. (Note: I love this feature. He takes two sort of similar phrases and smooshes them - his old haunt and his old stomping grounds. Classic. Another example from an interview: "there's no two ways out of it," a mix of "no way out of it" and "no two ways around it.") Had a good old nostalgic lunch - there's truly nothing like Waid's to bring out the old stories.

Off topic: Bought another Saw Doctors CD and love them even more, if that's possible. I need to come up with a way to get dad interested in listening to this rock stuff. For Father's Day, I bought him a John McCormick CD, and that's really his idea of Irish music. But the Saw Doctors sing about his area and his places, though perhaps not his time. I'm afraid his notion of proper music is stuck in his time, as might be said of all of us in some ways.