I've been sitting here perusing the Internet, thinking that Dad is probably just settling in after his morning walk about with a cup of latte and starting his daily. If I were there this morning, what would we be talking about? More than likely it would be something of interest that he had found on the Internet, or maybe a tale of a time more golden. Mom would begin to rustle under her blanket and we would take it outside to the carport.
I enjoy those talks with Dad. I remember back when I was in school at Miss. State and would come home on weekends. We would stay up until all hours of the night discussing the depths of economics and the wonderments of literature.
Today we would discuss the happenings of the folks in the park, maybe horse racing (Oaklawn is running again), and that may lead to the happy days spent with Mr Cox, and on the stories continue.
Dad, Thank You for bringing me a bit of conversation everyday with your Daily.
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