Tuesday, August 18, 2009
My Father's Birthday
When I was a little kid we would occasionally go out to dinner at a private club he belonged to that had an old school band. I always got to dance one song with him, my sock-feet trying not to slip off the tops of his shoes. This was always the song...
Happy Birthday, Dad.
And thanks for the dance.
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