…and an even happier father’s day to my sometimes spastic, always entertaining Dad. As I’m embarking on a lazy weekend, he’s off to the Great Plains where he will see Mount Rushmore, explore national parks and chip away at his (semi) retirement goal of catching a fish in every state (he’s already got more than 30 done and is poised to knock off three more on this trip)! I’m wishing him lots of luck and will be thinking of him as he sets out on yet another adventure. xo

(Image above of Dad in California in the 60s; he’s the one beatnik-ing it on the right. And oh, that hat! It gets me every time.)

P.S. More about Dad here and here.