Dad
I always looked up to you, especially since you were 6'2" tall. Remembering crabbing trips to Tuckerton in the green stations wagon with all us kids piled in the back, and stopping on the way home for custard. Playing baseball in the back yard. Root beer floats after school at your deli and playing the juke box. Kites you made from newspaper, flour and water, and string , the tail out of an old sheet. Tasting your home made wine, "Let it breathe a little bit before you sip it" Picking peaches in the orchard and picking strawberries with the grandkids. My father FOREVER!
Love oxoxoxo
Sandy
