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A girl, and her dad

I spend a lot of time razzing Basil, but the truth is, Catherine couldn’t have gotten much luckier in the father department. Oh, it’s true she’s had him wrapped around her little finger from the get-go, but he is a more-than-willing accomplice. He doted on her from the time she was small. Well, after I … Continue reading

Still Daddy’s little girl

Can’t help but smile to think of my dad. Mom was the disciplinarian and Dad played less of a heavy at our house … unless you really crossed the line and then, well, look out. His yelling could be heard for miles. He still can yell, but his bombastic voice is simply a match for … Continue reading