Dad

I don't think that I have written about Dad. He was born in 1917 and lived 82 years until February 14th of '99. He married Mom in '38 or so, way before I was thought about. I am number 9 of 10 kids. I like this picture because it shows his calmness/groundedness I think. Two years after he left, Mom followed. This will be six years coming up. It seems longer to me because when Dad passed away I was still a cook in Florida and I hadn't returned home to Massachusetts yet. Now I'm trying to retool my self here in the Northwest and those other two periods in my life seem so distant now. If I have the stomach for it maybe I'll smoke one of your cigars tomorrow.