"Have I told you the one about JB?"
"I don't think so."
"I haven't told you that?"
"Maybe. Maybe I don't remember. What was it about?"
"JB played junior college football and by the time he and them other guys got to really working on the rig they coulda played senior college football and I think most of them were just mad that they wudn't. There's a turkey, Shea. Look. "
"What were we talking about?"
"Those guys on the rig. JB. They were a mad bunch."
"Oh yeah. Well JB was beady eyed, tongue tied and didn't have a neck. Solid muscle from his earlobe to his elbow."
I smile. This one's gonna be good.
Later I realize it was because of the way he told it.
Today I am grateful for my Dad's stories and for the good meal he and Mom provided all of us last night. The table was in one hundred percent agreement. That was a proper steak.