Dad

Dad was a storyteller. His greatest gift was making people feel comfortable being themselves. He had a story for every situation, every occasion and seemed to be powered by empowering others. He may not have represented this exactly for his immediate family, but he largely impacted a circumference around himself that he surely thought of…

Remember your first job?

My father, who will be 71 this year, wrote the following memories down the other day about his time as a paper boy in rural Iowa: It is 1950, I am 11 years old and my first chosen occupation was to have a paper route with the Waterloo Daily Courier. When the paper boy who…

Cranies (sic)

I received one of the most beautiful SMS’s ever today. Is that how we say SMS in the plural? Doesn’t really matter. Case in point: “I received one of the most beautiful SMS’s ever today.” It was from my father, who’s never cared much about his spelling, only about the message: Cheers, Pop. Happy Birthday,…