As I thumb through this book, I realize what a extremely sensitive soul my Dad was. I especially love how Dad had a friend that he did crazy shit with like go to In n Out Burger and sit in the parking lot and belch out their car window for all to hear and then crack up. Here is a sample for you from "Here's to Next Time" by Robert Nep, my Dad.
"Man, would you just check that smell!" He groaned. Not another word was spoken for about five minutes. All that could be heard was the crumbling of waxed paper and the crunching of french fries. Together with the sounds of swallowing and slurping milk, the efforts of the gum commercial on the radio didn't stand a chance. Craig nearly swallowed his first two cheeseburgers whole. Now, on his third, he took his time and savored every morsel. He slowed down his voracious tearing and chewing long enough to say, "Gawd, I needed this." A well eaten meal found us slouched in the seats, groaning and holding our stomachs. We put the oily papers and soiled napkins in the box and sat contentedly, listening to the radio.