Dick Lindberg

'Mister Lindberg' heavy on the 'Mr.' he'd say,
He never thought of himself as a 'Mr.' any day.
"I'm not a Mister Lindberg", he'd say real quick,
I enjoy my life and I like being Dick.
He started real young in the school of hard knocks,
And he came out on top making his own building blocks.
Always striving to please and polite yesiree,
He would pay his own way, that's how it would be.
It wasn't always easy and he worried a lot,
He wanted the best for his family and that's what they got.
If the pickings were slim not much meat in the larder,
He would just bow his back and work that much harder.
This may sound like he was sober as a judge,
And if you asked for a smile he just wouldn't budge.
No, that wasn't Dick he was quick with a grin,
His laugh was contagious, you had to join in.
If you were down in Reno and couldn't make a dime,
If you were with Dick you had a fun time.
His serious side was observed at home.
"Walk the straight and narrow and don't you roam."
All he wanted was their happiness,
Maybe a few grandchildren to bless.
We've seen a ton of evidence
That he was a grandpa of consequence.
He worked at being a good husband all down the line,
I know Charlene will tell us that he did just fine.
She would tell us sometimes he would try the patience of a nun,
But looking back at it, it was all just in fun.
She will say he lived his life always on the straight and level.
And, oh yes, wasn't he a handsome devil.