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VAN MORRISON: Brown Eyed Girl

Long before all the high school boys learned this song as a quick chance at getting laid by a larger percentage of broads and made it almost insufferable, it was something my dad always sang to me. Even now, he still gleefully answers the phone when I call, addressing me, “Brown Eyes!” 

He and I are the only two in the family with dark eyes. Over the years, he’s taught me a deep appreciation for pulling weeds (literally and metaphorically), an honorable work ethic and perhaps most importantly, classic rock.

Confession No. 1: I’m a total Daddy’s Girl.
Confession No. 2: I don’t mind. That dude is one the wisest I know.

Well, he sings me “Green Eyed Lady.” And he is putting in a window a/c unit for me on Father’s Day while I meet with my online course team.