|Me with my Dad and my Mom. June 1961.|
My only memories of him involve riding in his convertible. He picked me up and took me to his parent's house for dinner nearly every Sunday. I know that he played golf, and according to his military discharge papers, he had clerical skills. Also, he worked as a salesman for a medical supply company at the time of his death.
Really, that's not much. I often wonder what kind of person he was, and how we would have gotten along as I grew up.
Anyway, this Father's Day I'm thinking about my Dad.