Dad’s Cooking
Friday night dinner
Mom’s day off in the kitchen—
Bucket of chicken
Trial Run
Teenager’s first drive
Seatbelt fastened and secure—
Still parked in driveway
Around the Clock
Open for business
Fridge full of tasty morsels—
Door always unlocked
Big Sky Buckeye 
“Trial Run” reminded me of my dad teaching me to drive when I was in high school. Those were the days of stick shifts, and the place was Iowa. After I’d been driving for a couple of months, winter arrived. He took me to the empty shopping mall parking lot at the edge of town and taught me how to drive on ice, including making me go into intentional skids. Twenty years later, someone hit my car like a pool ball. I was going 60, and the police thought the other driver might have been going over a hundred when he hit me on the left rear. Through it all, I “heard” my dad saying, “Steer into the skid,” and it may well have saved my life.
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Blessed ending to a scary situation! Having driven on winter’s snowy roads for years in Montana, I am amazed how excited the locals here in central Ohio become with a few snowflakes.
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Ha! You should see them in Houston! Back in the 1980s, when so many people were moving here from Michigan and such, those ‘expat’ workers would gather in the downtown walkways above the freeways and laugh at the locals trying to make their way through the 1/4″ of snow.
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Fun Haiku!
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Thank you Susan. It was an enjoyable task in editing these verses before posting the finished product. My Dad taught driver’s education for many years.
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fun haikus, Richard; I sometimes wish the fridge door was locked!
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I need a lock on my snack drawer. Most is low carb, but only when taken in smaller morsels.
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yes, that too. chips and pretzels are my weakness…
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I loved when my dad cooked when I was a kid because he could only cook cheeseburgers on the grill
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Come to think of it, Matt, my dad’s grill was his place to cook. He never could quite navigate in the kitchen.
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I think the same could be said about me lol
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Seeing Matt flipping those backyard burgers!
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burgers are awesome
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