Father’s Day

A canceled flight allows me to spend Father’s Day with Misty.  Camped out on her futon in the living room, I get a chance to cook breakfast (don’t laugh, o you who know my cooking skills) to ease my daughter’s transition from college girl to working girl.  It’s the same fridge, but the apartment has gotten a facelift since graduation a few weeks ago.  Fun to see her worrying over what to wear on this muggy Boston summer solstice, and clicking out of here to the State House on her black high heels.  I’m so proud.

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