11 years gone, Dad would be 71 years old had he not passed in 2009. My Dad was a storyteller – whether he knew it or not. He loved talking to people and usually didn’t know a stranger. He’d always tell me stories of the Columbus, Oh of his youth and although he did have a habit of “entertaining the truth” somewhat if he couldn’t remember all the details, I listened with relish. I wished I could’ve experienced what he did back then. An avid fisherman, he was most at peace at the side of a lake with at least 3 poles in the water and at least 2 thermoses of coffee. Dad also loved Christmas, and any tree I that I or my siblings decorate will always be compared to what we saw him do even after we were all adults. I miss you, “old man.”
