It's early morning at the market as I begin this entry. I'm tired, and I'm debating whether I have the beginning of a cold or just allergies. Allergies, the lesser of the two evils, is winning out. I think I'll feel better after I have my usual coffee and banana-chocolate-Peanutbutter crepe. I'm starving!
Before starting this post, I glanced at the online Star and saw the date. May 17, 2014: my dad's birthday. He would have been 87 today.
A large, stoic man, Dad loved to play tennis; take photographs; and, smoke his pipe 24-7! He was meticulous in everything he did and in his manner of dress and appearance. Because Dad was a quiet, reserved man, it was a treasure and surprise whenever he let his hair down to make a joke and share his great booming laugh.
I love you, Dad, and miss you! I'll toast to your memory tonight with a Manhattan or two ... or three.