This is my Father's Day post in honor of my Dad. I can still picture the clouds as if it was yesterday. That plane flight, like my father, was unforgettable.

http://nuclearfamilywarhead.com/2008/06/15/a-fathers-final-act-of-grace/

I opened up a can of worms on the Anthill the other day, anyone seen the lid? What's that? It's not re-sealable? OH. Alright then, guess I'll have to start doing some sit-ups!

I got invited to a party by Mr. Lady and Busy Dad. I showed up at the URL address they gave me and knocked on the window. Some dapper looking gentleman who called himself "Antman" opened the window. He looked me over pretty intently, and then smiled and said "'Sup, Dawg?". I inquired as to where I might gain entrance to said party. "Door's around back", he said.

I got "around back" and saw a flashing neon sign that said "Buzz Here". This had to be it! As soon as I got through the door, it slammed shut behind me. Then all the lights went out. After my eyes adjusted I found a flashlight and started looking around. I saw a large staircase leading up as far as the eye could see. In this darkness, it looked to be only 10 or 15 steps, but I couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, I heard Antman's voice coming from I don't know where. "Are ya that Nuclear Dude?" "Yes, yes I am" I stammered. "How do I get out of here?" I said, "I'm meeting some friends at a party!" "Oh, they're here, alright! You just worry about decorating that page I gave you!" Antman shouted.

I started on my page right away, but could only manage a profile photo upload before the flashlights' batteries gave out.

"You done yet, dawg?" The Antman speaketh. "Almost, Sir, Can I please come up and get some more batteries for my flashlight?" I moaned. "Make it quick! Use the "Dads" staircase right in front of you." I could barely make out the profile of the bottom step, but, how hard could this be? I mean, I have steps in my skill set. "It's pitch black down here, can you tell me how many steps it is so I don't knock myself out on the door? There's a good chance that I'll be running." Antman answered, "There's 57 "Dad" stairs." "And the batteries will be at the top of the "Dad" staircase?" I enquired. "NO!" Antman yelled, "You need to go up the other set of stairs when you get to the top!"

Another staircase? "How many steps on that staircase?" I whimpered. "2,898, right now." He said. "Right now!?" I shouted, "What do you mean 'Right Now'?" "We're always buildin' on the staircase!" Antman said. "How many flights?" I blubbered. "One!" he retorted. "Who the hell built this place?" I pleaded. "I DID!" he bellowed. "Party's at the top?" "Party's at the top" Antman soothed. "And batteries?" I cried. "And batteries, little nukie" "And spellcheck?" I sniveled. "Get to work!" And with that, he was gone.

57 steps, huh? No problem. Well, possible problem; with Mr. Lady and Busy Dad at the top of the stairs, would there be any booze left by the time I got there? As I put my foot on the first riser I could hear a knock at the basement door.