The Hallmark Company: Was ffounded by JC and John Hall two guys from Kansas City, about 100 years ago.
Two weeks ago my girls, to include: our daughters, my granddaughter and Mayang (Plus my Grandson Jaden the other guy in our house) decided to take me to lunch on father’s day. I know this is not a real holiday but one invented by Hallmark Greeting Card Company to sell more product.
But I kept my mouth shut about that and enjoyed the lunch; they took me to the California Café at the Harbor Point Mall on the Subic Freeport. Two new shirts were part of the day’s festivities, and if it wasn’t for my birthday, Christmas (Yes I did use the term Christmas) and Father’s Day I’d still be wearing shirts from 1993. Mayang is in charge of shorts, Jeans and slacks albeit for some reason she believes my waist is 36 inches and all pants must then be altered. (The no refund policy) I have 3 pair of Jeans size 32” that are older than 30 years. Both of my daughters have asked me to leave the Jeans to them in my will. Mayang I wear size “32”.
But I enjoyed the meal, and the company, but I noticed that my son-in-law Chris was notably absent. I asked Colleen where her Papa was. It seems that his younger brother was involved with a young lady, and Chris’s family were bring lunch to the future brides house to discuss the wedding, or why there would be no wedding, if it went in that direction.
Over a decade ago Chris wanted to marry our daughter YoHanna, and the house assault was missing from the process. This is a tradition that families in the Philippines strictly adhere to. The answer to Chris from me was “NO” as his family had insulted my wife by forgoing that most important step in the courting process. Shocked that the Kano even knew about it the following Saturday it happened and the wedding was on track.
Now at the Harbor Point Mall I wondered why we were having lunch at the California Café vice, Sit-N-Bull’s, Vasco’s, Texas Joe’s or any of the other eateries that I like. Then I had my light bulb moment, I’d been tricked, hoodwinked and mislead. We were there because it was Sunday and it is a Mall. I cried out; “Chris, why hath thou forsaken me?” I would have gone with him and assaulted the house. Because I know beer was involved there. But alas I’m at the Mall, and there I must stay.
In the past when Chris has been at a mall with us, I had noted that all of a sudden he was gone, and nowhere to be found. About the third time this had happened I went to seek him out and found him contently wandering the aisles of a Car Parts Store, or Hardware Store as if they were a Mancave being used as his own “Fortress of Solitude”. When I found him, he smiled and said; “You too daddy?” I nodded and a partnership was formed.
Back to Father’s Day at the mall, I said I would take my presents and takeout food to the car and wait for them. Yeah right, I was going to stand in a parking lot for the next three hours.
Off I went back to the mall to visit manly shopping stores as Chris had taught me. To while away the hours touching power tools, ATV’s, all things man. Taking in the sights while walking between stores, is a nice pastime also. Then a cup of coffee at the coffee shop across from Starbuck’s only because I can order their coffee in ten words or less.
I have no time measuring device, and Malls, much like casinos do not want you to note the time, so I wandered back to the parking lot and found the lady group milling about smarty around the car. Since that was their original plan they had for me I approached them totally guilt free and smiling broadly. By the look on my smiling face they knew I would broach no comments as to where I’d been or what I’d been doing.
So, Mr. Hallmark, thank you for the holiday, as it turned out to be a nice day for all involved. Plus my Daughter and Granddaughter took Chris out for a Father’s Day Dinner that night with “BTW” no mall involved for him. Chris is my new idol.