25 Years

My dad. Oh yeah, the late 60s/early 70s fashion influence. Those shoes...

Ah St. Patrick's Day. It's conflicting, as usual.

I like happier thoughts on this day. Driving through London. Being at Disney World. Sharing laughs and some corned beef.

Later today I will call the Greenwich/New Britain basketball game on HAN Radio.

Twenty-five years ago tonight I was a wee lad of 20. I had just finished my day in the General Foods mailroom. Intending to spend the night at home, I was instead talked out of it to take my girlfriend out to dinner.

I dropped her off to find out my world had changed.

My father died that night.

I think of him every day.

So I beg your indulgence if, on St. Patrick's Day, I want some happy memories.