When I was younger my dad used to take me and Tammie to one of the cute little family-run cafes down at the harbor in Boston. It was something he tried to do once a month, but in reality, it was three or four times a year. For the past couple of years, it was always just the two of us; he always asked if Tammie wanted to join us, but she never did. I was always relieved when she rolled her eyes at him and slammed the door to her bedroom because I really treasured the time I got to spend with my dad. He was an incredible man, and I know that is what you are supposed to say about your dad, but my dad… my dad really was. He used to talk to me about all the wonderful things he had done when he was younger as we ate delicious homemade cake and I drank a glass of milk, even when I was 17, becaus
