Today's archived post is from my second b log, This and That, Here and There, Now, Sometimes Then. What Daddy Told Me (originally published May 7, 2010) My dad didn't advise me much when I was growing up. When he did, they were humdingers, and usually they were one-liners. For instance, on the day of my senior prom, he told me rather placidly, and unexpectedly, "Don't go f***ing around." The idea hadn't even entered my mind. And, when I was attending community college, Daddy pronounced suddenly in his usual unruffled way to me, "Don't be a hippie." Nothing more. Probably the most profound guidance Daddy gave me was when, as a teenager, I decided to check out different churches. Not because I was looking for a church to join but because I was curious about how different churches worshiped. I didn't know that Daddy had noticed what I was doing. Even if he had, I didn't think he would've cared since we we