Dad gummit

Louie Vaughan 
July 30, 1921 –February 8, 1998

Estranged most of our lives from each other, what I can recall of my Father, was heavily embellished by Mom, who often retold the stories, filtered with a bit of bitterness, anger, and possibly, some emotional fiction stirred in.

But I do know Dad was joker, a smoker, and at the risk of plagiarizing a popular Steve Miller song, I’ll just infer he was all that and of course, more.

He wanted to live large. He loved to imbibe. So he drank like a pirate, and swore like the sailor he literally was–until he jumped ship for shore to make some babies.

He drove long-haul trucks, short-run limos, and once punched Mickey Rooney in the face for not tipping him. 

Last time I saw my father, was more than 20-years ago. I had just purchased a new Hasselblad camera and was beginning my career as a photographer. With a single roll of black and white film, I sought to understand a little more about him.

I saw myself come into focus, as much as I saw this familiar stranger with my last name. No question, this was Dad.

He passed shortly after these photos were taken. I can’t imagine Heaven not allowing cameras inside, so maybe some day, we’ll continue the conversation and I’ll get a better picture of just who Louie Vaughan was.

Happy Father’s day Pop.

Dad was pretty proud of his deep sea flasher lures on the back of his Geo Metro car. He'd often drive the ocean front roads of Crescent City, CA and I feared if his prostate didn't get him first, a Great White might, with those things jingling near the docks.
Dad was pretty proud of his deep sea flasher lures on the back of his Geo Metro car. He’d often drive the ocean front roads of Crescent City, CA and I feared if his prostate didn’t get him first, a Great White might, with those things jingling near the docks.

Reference: “Dad gummit” is a very simple thing to explain. First, you use reverse dyslexia for the first two letters in each term.
“Gud dammit”.
Then one simply fixes the first term by changing one vowel.
“God dammit”.
And there you have it.
Dad-gummit, you sneaky little bastard.
by Jacobo Waffle April 21, 2009