To the man who taught me how to play poker and pool and trash talk while doing them; never got the hang of a poker face though, would giggle too much. Who introduced me to such jazz legends as Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie, John Coltrane, Thelonius Monk, Count Basie and more. Who took me fishing and let me taste whatever he was drinking so that I would know if someone tried to slip me something and so that I wouldn’t be tempted to sneak out and drink. Who, along with my brother, got me interested in photography.
Here’s to the man who told some of the corniest groan eliciting dad and grandfather jokes ever and who is missed dearly. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
Love – your little girl always