{"id":740,"date":"2011-03-03T01:29:43","date_gmt":"2011-03-03T06:29:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dwaynephillips.net\/workingup\/?p=740"},"modified":"2011-02-21T18:32:48","modified_gmt":"2011-02-21T23:32:48","slug":"the-best-dinner-of-my-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dwaynephillips.net\/workingup\/2011\/03\/the-best-dinner-of-my-life\/","title":{"rendered":"The Best Dinner of My Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

by <\/span>Dwayne Phillips<\/span><\/p>\n

It was the spring of 2006. I had been in California visiting the Contractor for several days. I flew home on Friday, caught the usual cab, and walked into an empty house.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam, my youngest son, was playing in the high school jazz band. He was playing bass while his friend Arash was playing guitar. The South Lakes band was playing in a multiple-day band appearance in South Carolina. Karen, my wife, had driven down with Adam and Arash and they had spent several days there. They would return on Saturday evening.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nathan, my second son, was somewhere. He usually did things with his friends on Friday afternoon. He worked at Champps on Friday evening with his shift beginning around 5 or 6 PM.<\/span><\/p>\n

As usual for returning from a trip, I had a lot of work to do. Given the weekend schedule, I had decided to work my extra hours on Friday night. I was on the California time zone, so I felt I could work to 9 or 10 PM without becoming too tired to know what I was doing.<\/span><\/p>\n

I decided to go to Champps for dinner at 5. Nathan would probably show up there while I was there. It would be the first chance of seeing him all week.<\/span><\/p>\n

I walked into Champps and was escorted to the perfect seat for the evening. It was on the upper level closest to the kitchen. I sat and ordered a hamburger, fries, and soft drink. Not very original, but I wanted some beef and potatoes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sat, ate, and looked for my son Nathan. He wasn’t around. I wasn’t sure when he was supposed to arrive for his shift. Maybe he wasn’t to work this Friday evening. I could have been mistaken about his work schedule. I ate and waited.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nathan walked into the kitchen area from a back or side door. I was happy to see him, but he didn’t notice me yet. I was also happy to see that he was happy to be at work. He greeted his co-workers with a smile and laugh, and they greeted him in a like manner.<\/span><\/p>\n

As far as I could tell, Nathan didn’t notice me sitting in the area eating dinner. He served himself a bowl of soup – the one thing they could eat without charge – and went somewhere that I could not see him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I returned to eating my dinner. My gaze went down to my food for a few moments and so did my thoughts. The next thing I knew Nathan was at my table, pulling out a chair, and sitting down with his bowl of soup.<\/span><\/p>\n

My 19-year-old son, right in front of all his co-workers, had found me in a crowd and sat down to eat dinner with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

This was the best dinner of my life.<\/span><\/p>\n

I once wrote to a discussion forum on the Internet that the best thing a child can say to a father was either,<\/span><\/p>\n

“Dad, watch me do this,” or “Dad, help me do this.”<\/span><\/p>\n

One person, Weinberg, replied that he felt the best thing a child can say to a parent is, “Dad, –anything–.”<\/span><\/p>\n

My son walked over and without speaking said, “Dad I want to eat dinner with you.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes I read too much into events. I don’t think I am putting too much into this event. I took this is a sign that perhaps I had been a pretty good father all these years. This six-foot two young man, the kid who was born early on a Sunday morning in Warrenton, Virginia, he was okay with sitting with his bald, gray-haired, non-descript man who was his father.<\/span><\/p>\n

This was perhaps the greatest compliment anyone had ever paid to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe there will be a day when I will have such a moment with my other two sons. Maybe they would have done the same. Maybe Nathan would have done this regardless of what he thought of me as a father.<\/span><\/p>\n

I may never know anything of these “maybes.”<\/span><\/p>\n

I do know that one this evening Nathan carried his bowl of soup over to my table, sat, and ate dinner with me.<\/span><\/p>\n

This was the best dinner of my life.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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