Yup, my father liked kites and would buy them through the mail. My brother and I would build them and try to fly them. Well, probably, my brother built them because I can’t imagine I had the patience. Anyway, one day my father told my brother and I that we were heading up to Hillcrest Park to fly a kite. I think it was a fairly simple kite like this –

Yay, we thought. We’re hanging out with dad, maybe there’s a 6 cent Dairy Queen cone in it for us. We pile into the car – a silver Thunderbird as I recall. We pile into the car, head up to the park, quite excited, anticipating this bonding moment with dad, my brother grabs the string, I hold the kite, he runs, the kite goes in the air…and then smashes to the ground.
“GET IN THE CAR!” My dad yells.
What? Is he serious?
Yes.
We meekly pick up the kite and get into the car and go home.

We still laugh about this.

If my father was still alive he would be 91 today.
Happy Birthday Dad!