And they call the wind my father

I called my dad this evening to check on him as we were having some rather large storms and some serious wind.

Through the howling wind (you could hear it inside the house, and, he’s only a few miles from me) and the frantic weathercastersI was talking to him, and, he, in his own inimitable fashion, says, “What wind?”

Either his auditory acuity is slipping, or, I’m the one that needs checking upon, and, not him.