Father’s Day was Sunday. From previous conversations with my sister, I know the best time to call his is after noon, when he comes home from church. But that is also my bedtime since I work Sunday nights, and especially on Father’s Day it’s considered a key event date at work. And I like continued employment. So Father’s day was Sunday. And it wasn’t until this morning that I remembered that he still had a phone. So I finally called him today. Two days late.
Yes, I know I am a failure as a son. But it was still good talking to him….
