Yesterday morning, home alone again, I got another song stuck in my head and I started singing.

“Oh Girl, I’m just a Jeepster for your love”

The song was “Jeepster” by T-Rex from the 70’s.

I always thought it was a stupid song.

Now it was stuck in my head.

 

I mean what the heck is a “Jeepster” anyway.

I used to think it was “creepster.”

You know like in the same way I conveniently made up the lyrics “me and you and a dog named Sue.”

“Oh girl I’m just a creepster for your love.”

That made more sense to me, still does.

So I had to look it up.

Using cars, it’s a metaphor for the male character being a person of average status (a Jeep, thus Jeepster) and persuing a girl of a higher status that is characterized as a Jaguar.

 

It still sounds stupid to me.

 

I think if Kim was car she would be like a classic Corvette or something, maybe ’68 GTO.

Me, I would probably be Ford Focus.

Yeah I think that would be about right.

“Oh girl I’m just a Ford Focuster for your love.”

I might try that.

 

I was home alone yesterday morning because Kim was back up in western Pennsylvania.

Kim and I have always felt privileged because we still could enjoy all four of our parents.

That changed on Monday morning.

Kim was in Pennsylvania because her dad passed away Monday.

 

Royal Willis Knepper.

He had one of the coolest names in the world.

He had the same name as his dad and was often known as “Junior.”

Dairy farmer, farm insurance salesman, deacon of his church, father of five, dedicated husband, awesome father in law,  and the supreme master of corny jokes.

He could weave a joke into a conversation so skillfully you didn’t know you were into a joke until he hit you with the punch line.

Then his eyebrows would go high up on his forehead and his eyes open wide as he laughed out loud at what he just said.

He also was known for telling the same joke over and over.

And he always laughed.

I always laughed too.

 

If Royal was some kind of vehicle he would be tractor.

But not just any tractor, it would have to be a Steiner.

He loved his Steiners.

He had two of them and couldn’t wait for any excuse to get on one.

Whether it was getting the mail, plowing the snow from the driveway, taking the trash out to the burn pile, or just going from here to there, he was on one of his Steiners.

I guess that made him a Steinster.

 

We will miss him.

But he is home now.

“His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant!  Because you were faithful over a few things, I will set you over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord. ‘ “

Now he really knows joy, in the company of Jesus.

Just watch out for the jokes.