Walks in the woods on Sunday afternoons.
The sock drawer of the dresser that held medals from the Korean War.
A Mountain Cur puppy that we named Laddie.
Working in the garden way past twilight.
BBQ sandwiches - half pork/half beef.
Learning to drive in the old Ford station wagon.
One of the wisest man I have ever known, and that your formal eduction was only to the 8th grade.
I remember these things. I remember you, Dad!