I don’t have a particular anecdote for this occasion, just one small remembrance. There is a picture my grandfather took which shows my dad holding myself and my older brother in his arms. We must have been no more than two and three respectively and looked quite small with each of us cradled in one of my father’s arms. In the photo, I am looking up at my dad and my face seems to have an expression which implies, “gee dad, you are awesome!” That’s the same way I have felt for the past fifty years.
Happy Father’s Day