I am not going to search for words that fit the prompt, as instead I will provide a running monologue of what transpires in my head. Nobody really understands me, but I don’t think anyone has to be afraid of what is going on inside of my head, as it is mostly filled with empty space. With that warning, gentlemen rev your engines as you approach the starting line. I never had a really fast car, and I only went to one car race, which I didn’t really enjoy. The cars were too damn loud and all they did was drive around in the same circle. I was young, probably about seven when my dad took my brother and I to the Milwaukee 250, but I am not sure if it was Indy or NASCAR, or whatever it was. I enjoyed going to the snack bar the most, where my dad bought me hotdogs and sodas. I think that we left early because none of us were having a good time watching the race.
My dad enjoyed spending time with his family, and he taught me how to play golf, he took me out fishing and he taught me all about football. He enjoyed having a beer and watching the Sunday NFL games. He was a Giants fan, and I became a Giants fan also. I watched the Heidi Bowl with my dad, and he had money on the Jets beating the Raiders and when the game was cut short to put on that stupid movie, and I forever remember how mad he was. He was a storyteller and I never got tired of listening to his stories, or the jokes that he would tell. I realize that it is not Father’s Day, but sometimes that is how your stream of consciousness works.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where today the prompt is to find a word that contains “rev”.