The Dad of All Martini
While we know that you came here to read Brad’s words of rambling wisdom for the month, we have instead decided to hijack his article to give you a little more background information about the man himself. Brad had a dream of finding a home for the Great American Songbook on the radio. Martini in the Morning is his baby and he looks after it with all the care and compassion of a fabulous dad. In honor of Father’s Day, we wanted to provide a special opportunity for Brad’s other kids to shine a spotlight on him.
Happy Father’s Day Brad!
From Ryan Chambers:
When I was in third grade, my dad insisted I sign up for Little League. I was a short little kid with no interest or ability in sports of any kind and I wanted no part of it. But he took me to get signed up and while I was waiting to tryout (everyone makes a team but it’s more like a draft system), my dad decided this was as good a time as any to learn to catch and throw a baseball. He threw the ball…and it hit me square in the face. As little as I wanted to be there to start with, I found a way to want out even more. But he made me stay and I did about as awful as expected but in the end was drafted by the Mets, which consisted mostly of kids I would be joining at my new school. That summer I made some great friends and wasn’t so scared to be the new kid when school started. I played through my sophomore year of high school. After my last game, after a season of sitting the bench, I had a pretty heated discussion with the coach about not getting to play. When I stormed off to the car, my dad was walking the other direction to give the coach whatever I hadn’t. He supported me all the way and later told me he was proud of me for being a team player for so long but standing up for myself when I needed to. A similar speech he gave me in 8th grade when a kid was picking on me. I was proud of my dad and proud of the work he did. I always thought other kids must be disappointed with their lame dads in their lame jobs. My dad was there for me when, at three years old, my mother decided she had better things to do than raise two children and he was there for me the three or four times I’ve had to move back home as an adult. There’s a lot of him in me, for better or worse, and I couldn’t imagine having another man to call my dad.
From Callie Ann Colivas:
Happy Father’s Day to you from your daughter, who you made a choice to love as your own. Being a dad is more than who made you, it’s stepping up and raising, loving, teaching, and supporting through good and bad times. All things you had a choice in and you chose to take on loving me and being a great dad! I thank you for how hard you work and have always worked to provide all of us a great life with everything we could have ever wanted and needed. I have modeled who I married after your qualities as a hard worker, a loving dad, someone who would do anything to provide for our family, and a great role model for our kids. Enjoy your day Dad. You truly deserve it…..I love you.