Happy Father’s Day

I’m spending six hours driving from the Outer Banks while the family sleeps as my Father’s Day. Hope yours is a little easier on you.

Meanwhile, here’s a photo of my dad and I back in the mid-1960s sitting on an airplane parked at some intersection. I can’t remember where it was.  I found this photo recently in a box. It has been 20 years since my father died. He never saw his beloved baseball return to Washington, but the Korean War vet and former Yankees minor leaguer is surely playing the game somewhere.

Happy Father’s Day, dad.