I am remembering my dad today on Father's Day. Remembering how I used to surprise him on his holiday with a car wash, making his coffee or his breakfact, making him silly things from school. I recall creating a "tie" out of cardboard, which he wore to church. And later, making him a real tie (one of those very wide ones out of a very loud fabric) which he wore to work the next week. And his last two father's days, he was with us. I treasure those times. Miss you, Dad!