Dad and me fishing in Connecticut, 1970
This is our first Father’s Day without Dad. He passed away last November at age of 87, living long and interesting life as soldier, machinist, and world-class tinker. I learned carpentry and basic construction skills from him as well as host of other things. He was practical, no-nonsense kind of guy, and he didn’t suffer fools gladly. He had kind and sentimental heart, and he teared up when he heard the national anthem. He loved my mother very much, and always did something romantic on special days. They had 54 years of marriage before passed on and I know Mom misses him as probably more.
The above picture of me and Dad fishing on Mianus River in Connecticut. This was my first fishing trip on a boat, and Dad and my uncles Fred and Russ wanted to make it a great day for me. Uncle Russ stocked his boat with beer for the guys, and orange soda for me — an entire case. I remember we traveled up river and fished until lunch boated to Long Island for lunch at a place that had good seafood. It wasn’t until after lunch and too many orange sodas that I hurled over side made way back to Cos Cob. I caught a fish, Dad caught a few, and walked the dock back to car tanned and happy.
This how I honor my father. He was good man, and I love and miss him to day.
