I hope all you dads out there had a great Father's Day. Mine was, by design, uneventful, spending the morning watching Star Wars on the iPad with Luke and Catherine draped on me, then pretty much being a couch potato the rest of the day. Ann gave me a hall pass from lifting a finger, and I am grateful for it. I certainly reflect on my own father on days like today, and I wrote a fair amount about Joe Faranda last year at this time. This picture is from about 1968 or 1969. I believe it was taken at my uncle's house in Brewster. We may look serious in it, but my older brother Tom has a photo taken moments later when we are both laughing. If I can scan it I'll add it.
You have to love those horn rimmed glasses. My father almost looks like he belongs on a Far Side cartoon.
We lost Dad in 1993 when I was only 25. I still miss him, and I often ask myself what he'd do when confronted by a difficult choice.
I hope my children think the same of me.