Drawoh Snosnhoj

On Father's Day, Mistah and I tried to recite as many of our dads' lines as we could. And if you have a dad like mine -- or like Mistah's -- that's a lot of lines. From "Walk this way" (from Young Frankenstein) to "See you in the x.l.t. (as opposed to the a.m.) to "While you're up" (when you're not) to "Silent like the p in swimming" (sorry, Mom) to "How can it was?" (from the famous poem*).

*Wait, you know the famous poem, right?

What a funny bug a frog are

Him ain't got no legs much hardly

When him walk

Him jump

When him jump

Him sit down

How can it was?

Ain't it?

Pure brilliance.

Anyway, I had reason to think about my dad's lines a few months ago when we found ourselves in Ocean City Maryland, and were looking for an off-season ocean-side hotel room, and spotted a familiar sight, a familiar logo, a familiar name . . .

Drawoh Snosnhoj!  

That's right, the one and only.

It's an old, old American brand, but man, the hotel room was all 2012.

Here was the boardwalk:

And here was the beach:

And here was the surf:

And here was the sunset:

And here was the oceanfront room:

And here was the oceanfront room in the morning, with me still in bed:

Another of my Dad's lines: "Who would have thunk it?"

Drawoh Snosnjoh, or, as your non-backwards-spellers like to call it, Howard Johnsons, 2012-style.

Dad would have loved it.