Having a Day

For Father’s Day here in the States, I post a photo of my dad on a fishing trip taken before I was born. I know it was before my birth because there seems to be the outline of a cigarette pack in his breast pocket— he smoked with a holder, like Roosevelt— but he gave it up when I was born.

He was kind, gentle, smart, and supportive of my eccentric career choices. It’s only fair that he gets a Day every year.

(And can someone explain to me why WordPress is suddenly stretching photo...