Much love to my Dad, (a.k.a Padre, a.k.a. Pop, a.k.a. Jimbo). With the recent arrival of Max, I have a whole new appreciation for what my Dad did for me. It's really quite cool, in that whole Harry-Chapin-Cats-In-the-Cradle kinda way. Along those lines, when I posted the picture below to Max's site, my Mom was totally reminded of the first time that she left me and my Dad alone.
Kerah took this picture while the boy and I slept. Similarly, my mom took a picture of me and my Dad when she came home to find me and Dad asleep on the gold burlap La-Z-Boy rocker in our very 70s living room. Unfortunately, I don't have a digital copy of that, and even if I could hunt down the picture right now, I don't have a scanner at home any more. Nevertheless, I will put that on my ever-expanding list of things to do, 'cause it really is quite cool.
Anyway, Dad, thanks for everything (the scope of which I understand more and more each day). I love you.
:: Keith 03:38 [link] :: ::