Just wanna note the fact that we buried my dad on a particular June 10th about 14 years ago.
You never stop missing your parents. Love ‘em now, folks, while you got them.
Traits I got from my dad:
* a love for Johnny Cash songs
* the ability to create any meal in the kitchen without a recipe
* the cool summer breeze of the Appalachian mountains
* an undying love for garlic and onion as the basis of a good dish
* an affinity for harmonica music
* the quiet of a house dropped into the middle of a forest
* a love for things hand-built
* the value and joy of hard work even in the midst of working poverty
* root beer in a thick glass put into the freezer to get really frosty
* an appreciation for a great baseball game broadcast on the radio, with a colorful announcer, enjoyed on a front porch on a summer night with lemonade
