Friday, November 8, 2013
It was a time-tripping trip, a way-way back, and I am, as always, grateful to my dad, who does so many things for us all.
Today, as I wrote the piece for the Inquirer, I went way, way back again, this time to an album of old photographs.
I especially like this picture here, of my father, my brother, and me. It's Christmas in Woodbine. We're happy.