Father’s day has passed. So did my father…..many years ago.
When I was born, he was close to fifty, according to the Bible.
My father was a peculiar and fascinating man. Smoking cigarettes kept him alive until he was almost seventy. I miss him, but every father’s day, I think of the 24 cigarette clay mansion I was allowed to create on this wonderful day by my junior ‘high’ teacher before the celebration.
He did smoke, but I think he only used my gift as a paper weight.