put your mind to the tune of fiddler on the roof's, "tradition". just do it. i'm already feeling happier, aren't you? that music is so amazingly fun! now...look below to the first real verse of the song and sing along as you look at the man pictured above. go ahead. it's okay. he won't bite....hard. okay, maybe he will, but i'm pretty sure he's rabie free. i'll check to make sure, alright?? that man, is my dad...."the papa"...
[TEVYE & PAPAS]
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers?
And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home?
The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.
The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.
Who, day and night, must scramble for a living,
Feed a wife and children, say his daily prayers?
And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home?
The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.
The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.
(taken from ST Lyrics)
this is one of my favorite musicals, for obvious reasons. i was so wishing that i could've seen topol himself while visiting s.d. recently. i could've truly experienced the action in person. so sad i lazed around just thinking about it. now my opportunity has passed.
but really? that was a sidenote. this post is really about my "papa". he has many nicknames...evil one, pappy, daddy, dad, satan (yes, it really is...ask anyone)(which, by the way, makes me spawn of satan. i know, lovely...isn't it?), joaquin. i love him. he truly is a wonderful dad. he surprises me sometimes with his thoughtfulness, though i don't know why. he's always been thoughtful. he's also ruthless, impatient, a super driver!, crazy and full of stories. big fish type stories. yes. that's my dad.
this is one of my favorite musicals, for obvious reasons. i was so wishing that i could've seen topol himself while visiting s.d. recently. i could've truly experienced the action in person. so sad i lazed around just thinking about it. now my opportunity has passed.
but really? that was a sidenote. this post is really about my "papa". he has many nicknames...evil one, pappy, daddy, dad, satan (yes, it really is...ask anyone)(which, by the way, makes me spawn of satan. i know, lovely...isn't it?), joaquin. i love him. he truly is a wonderful dad. he surprises me sometimes with his thoughtfulness, though i don't know why. he's always been thoughtful. he's also ruthless, impatient, a super driver!, crazy and full of stories. big fish type stories. yes. that's my dad.
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