I am pleased to be working for the Akron Canton Regional Foodbank this week. I have been negotiating for the job and we are scheduled to shoot Friday. Wow!
I think we’re going to have a long day of shooting wonderful images for them for their annual report this year. My contact, Michelle, has been wonderful in making arrangements and working to get things set up.
Stayed tuned…
Today is a day I don’t particularly like to think about. It’s the day I became an orphan. Not in the strict sense, mind you. Five years ago, my dad died. Twenty-three years ago last month, my mom died. Spring is a reflective time for me.
Mom & Dad, 1948
Everyone has to go. Everyone wants to be here longer. And for the rest of us, everyone goes too soon. Tonight we go to memorialize my dad and mom. They were a special couple. Feisty, fiery, loving, devoted. Our family – mine and my brothers are very close and our families are pretty close too. This is a tribute to my parents. Thankfully, we all get along about 98 percent of the time. Everyone has their differences, right?
My parents were pretty cool. They caught us – ok, me – doing some things that I won’t mention because the chillens may be reading this. Mom & Dad were fair and generous. It was only after I was a bit older that I realized this. I’m sure both of them are having a good laugh on all of us for the fun our kids are and have put us through. From generation to generation – L’Dor V’Dor – in Hebrew. My dad had that opportunity. Mom only for a little bit with the nieces and nephews.
So our job is to make sure we have the same laugh while we’re around to see our kids get put through what they put us through. My tribute to my parents is tell my kids about them – they knew my dad and they have heard about my mom. A blessing for us is to see all the kids get along and be great cousins, uncles, aunts and of course – moms and dads.
They do have a grandma – Ruthy. She’s been there for all the important stuff since Aaron was born. So thank you too, Ruthy.
I am incensed! We went to the store to either get Aaron a tux or have him refitted for the one we got from my grandfather. Long story short, we’re buying a new tux. No problem.
Growing Inches
The problem is that the clothing manufacturers have been lying to all of us for years. Those insensitive b@$#@%)s! For years, I have been getting away wearing 33 or 34 waistbands. When the gentleman at the clothing store measured Aaron and then me, we both found out we were much bigger than what we’ve been buying for years.
Another milestone.
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