Remembering Daddy

As I wait for the bathroom to clear in this beautiful hotel in St. Louis, I remember, relish, and am grateful that it was my father who taught me the beauty and the experience in taking cross country road trips.

It was my father, the only driver at the time in the household that showed me the redwood forests to the gulf stream waters several times.   I remember every vacation vividly.  

I celebrate my father as my children and I take our own first cross country road trip.

Thank you, Daddy.