The Mountains are Calling and I Must Go

I am now a member of a club that we all join at some point but no one wants to: the dead dad's club. After suffering a severe right-sided stroke 2 1/2 years ago, my dad left this life Wednesday night.  

My dad on the left, in the overalls.

Gettin' Called Out

This week my 8 year old niece and I had this conversation:

Justine: "Do you ever put your hair up?"

Me: "No, it's too short. But sometimes I clip it like this." 

I showed her how I pull it back in a clip. Justine snickered.

Me: "What? That's the style!"

Justine: "Maybe in Alaska!"