... and once again, the retail spammers of the world are conspiring to pound Father's Day into my head. Delete, delete, and delete some more. I have deleted more Father's Day emails this year than ever before. And the things they think I might buy my deceased father crack me up. Really? An iPad? Who gives $500+ gifts? I didn't even when he was alive.
I miss you, Dad. There are only so many men in this world who would drive this monster station wagon onto a ferry, with the back end hanging off, and sit on the hood for the entire trip from Turkey to Greece.
Update: brothers & sister are telling me in a most hilarious email string that this was probably Turkey to (then) Yugoslavia, which I think might be right. I vaguely remember being upset we weren't going through Greece!
Speaking in parenthetical phrases
- Oh, Father's Day