Happy Birthday Dad

It would be good to sit down and shoot the shit with you. I turn on the TV first thing in the morning over here, it helps wake me up, and the Mets and Cardinals were on. Met's were down two in the top of the eighth, men on second and third, two out. The batter struck out on a called third strike on a nice outside curve ball. You used to call those a drop. It was a beautiful pitch. The ump called it, they broke for commercial, and I said to myself, it's Dad's birthday today.

I know you're there, and I'm thankful for that. I miss you.