Find out where someone lived.

My grandfather died in a work accident when my Dad was 12. Some lady upset my grandmother by calling 3–4 times a day crying about my grandfather dying and hanging up. My Dad spent an entire day knocking on every door in a 3 block radius. Asked for the lady of the house and then asked them point blank if they were calling his mother. No one admitted to calling but the calls stopped.

My sister came home crying in the 4th grade because her teacher was too lazy to learn her name (Not a difficult name at all). Kept calling her, “you” during roll call. Dad found out where he lived . Sat outside his house until he came out. Told him if he doesn’t learn my sister’s name he was coming back. Teacher learned her name.

I got robbed by 3 older guys while in middle school. My Dad told me to find out where they lived (see a pattern?). Showed up at the first guy’s house at 6am on a Saturday. Basically kidnapped him and took him to the 2nd guy’s house. Rinse, repeat and off to the 3rd guy’s house. Took all their money and retrieved my stolen BB gun. Left them on the other side of town and threatened to kill them if he ever saw them again.

Group of guys broke in my Dad’s house. Hit him in the head with a pipe and tried to cut his Airborne ring off his finger. He managed to run them out of the house. Recognized one of the guys, a neighborhood teen. Went to his house and basically kidnapped him. Scared him into telling him who and where the rest were. Called the police and had them arrested.

My Dad was in his 60s when a wannabe neighborhood criminal was terrorizing the older folks in the neighborhood. Made the mistake of setting fire to my father’s car in the driveway. Dad waited till one of those cold, wet nights and destroyed the guy’s car. He then made good on his escape down the alley through the woods and pond, up his alley, over his 6’ fence and through his basement window. (see diagram). Never had any problems after that.

I don’t agree with some of his methods but I can’t argue with his results. RIP, Dad.

UPDATE: Thank you for all the upvotes and comments. I replied to several questions which reminded me of things I hadn't thought about in years so I really appreciate that.

My Dad was probably like a lot of fathers in the 60s and 70s who worked hard and had very little patience for foolishness. I started to edit the kidnap parts but I think most can tell the difference between a father grabbing young punks by the scruff of the neck and squashing a situation vs. an actual kidnapping. Some comments were like, “If your father did that to me I would blah, blah, blah…” To you I say something you already know:

Don’t mess with another man’s kids or his stuff.

There are stories that are not mine to share during that time period that make my Dad’s 5 stories over 50 years seem like fairy tales.

He was an Army vet, worked 20+ years at the same job. He spoke very little to my mother after they divorced but for 30+ years after their breakup, the first thing out of his mouth when we talked was, “How’s your momma doin?” He obviously thought the names we picked for his grandkids were trash and called them BrightEyes, Peaches, Amber & Amir instead.

He was a good, fair, tough, outspoken man that brought giant packs of toilet paper instead of food when someone passed away (You’re gonna run out of shit paper with all those people at the house), gave EVERYONE free cookies (retired from a large cookie company) and in his later years would call me every time Cheaters came on TV.

As one of the commenters said, if your father is still around, please pick up the phone and enjoy talking to him.