To be clear, my father was (and is) a fantastic dad. He has grown the business his father started through hard work and sheer determination. Although he worked six, sometimes seven days a week while I was growing up he is there in all of my most cherished memories. The kind of memories that are so vivid, you feel like you can reach out an touch them.
I remember the annual showing of dad’s favorite classics “The Wizard of Oz” and “It’s a Wonderful Life”. For the uninitiated, before cable TV became the norm and LONG before Netflix, channels like NBC would air classic movies. The idea that you didn’t have to go to Blockbuster to rent them, that they were just on your TV was a cause for excitement. Anyway, when these classics were scheduled it meant a special movie night at the Hufford house where dad would make breakfast for dinner and we would all pile in front of the TV in mounds of pillows and blankets. Dad would shout out his favorite lines from “It’s a Wonderful Life” like “I wish I had a million dollars . . . HOT DOG!” and bellow out “If I only had a brain” from “The Wizard of Oz”.