Sunday Morning Sip

And a good Sunday to everyone and 1st day of Happy Summer.

The cup says it all...

 

Guns and hatred kill, period. 

The exit strategy. 

Please step out. 

 

 

 

Shall we do a little line-by-line comparison...

 

 

 

Spot on!!! 

Thank you, Wiley. 

I can relate. 

Ah-yup.  I believe it. 

Always check your rocks!  

I keep this in mind.

Just... be kind. 

 

I also think Green Mountain Coffee

is PEOPLE!  It's really PEOPLE!!! 

Uh-huh... on board yachts and private jets. 

 

And Happy Fathers Day!

 

Thank you, again, Wiley!  

 

My generation can relate. 

 

My Dad - 1998

One of my last photos of him. 

 

For his 80th Birthday, my sister flew him and his girlfriend 

down from Pittsburgh to stay with me for a week in St. Petersburg.  The last weekend of his stay was with his brother down in Boca Raton then they were flying home from there.  On the drive over from St. Pete, he lamented that one of his dreams had been to stick his feet in the Atlantic ocean.  I said, "Sure, Dad! Let's do it!", so this was him at the beach in Boca.  

 

He said that he wanted to live to see the Millennium.  On New Years Day, 2000, I was on the phone with him when the first of his several massive strokes hit.  We sat with him in the Pittsburgh hospital for several weeks until he stabilized enough, then had an air ambulance bring him down to St. Pete where we arranged hospice near my home at that time. 

 

He survived until January 19, 2000.

 

At his memorial, we played his favorite tune by Frank.

 

 

Happy Father's Day, dad.  

I think about you every day.