Fathers day, has always been a bit of a non event for me. I don’t have any children, and my father died when I was 13. It was typified by this window scene at the Rohan shop, showing some sort of “Dad” opening his presents.
The worrying thing was, I own all the clothes that the dummy is wearing, and it took me one step closer to the belief that I am becoming my own father (the first clue, was the size of my sideburns).
Well, this year was different. An old friend from From years ago (Mathew Bridges, we worked together at Corning) invited me over for Sunday dinner, with his 2 lovely daughters.
Food was excellent, company interesting and informative (even his 5 year old daughter had something to bring to the conversation).
His older daughter was charming, and once again severely threatened my long held belief that “young person” is another way of saying “idiot”. She definitely wasn’t.
Its been just about the best Fathers day, that I can remember, and I would like to say thanks to Matt and his family, for inviting me.
We had fun too John, it was nice to meet you, come again soon. Thanks for saying I’m not an idiot ^___^ 😉