My father passed away 7 years ago this Thanksgiving. I still miss him terribly! He was an extraordinary man. He was a poet, artist, sculptor, musician and story teller....a renaissance man without a doubt. He always kept a notepad by his chair ready for the jotting down of any thought, quip or idea for a short story. I recently found myself browsing through his writings and felt it was time to pay him tribute. I will try to post one of his writings each day. I hope you find them as enjoyable as I do! Here is the first one -
"To the young, who are fed up with critical elders constantly praising their own 'good old days', remember....these are your good old days!"