I woke up early Sunday and hit the road damn near at the time I was aiming for — a feat for me — so I could make it to the parents’ around noon, as my dad had to leave for work at 1:30. We wanted to squeeze in some Father’s Day time in that small window, and we eked it out with great aplomb, I have to say. There was crying. The good kind.…
My brother and sister both are making silly faces in this shot, but I like it anyway. My dad’s reading from a card my mother bought and stored and forgot about more than a decade ago and just now found in her closet (my packrattery comes honest). He got a good chuckle out of that ancient card, and was pretty excited about the fancy new grill we all chipped in on. Of course, as soon…
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