61 years ago today__my dad died. Wish I could say I knew him well, but I was 3 months old at the time. Thirty nine years young: coulda, woulda, shoulda, been a 100 years old now. Everyone says he was a great guy, liked to hunt and fish__loved the outdoors. That's about all I know.
I'd like to think I inherited some of his tendencies (although I got the fat genes from the rest of the Plautz's and he was one of the few that got the thin ones [him and my brother]) I wonder if he liked wine?
Doesn't pay to dwell on what could have been. I've had a good life and more or less turned out well, I suppose. Life went on, life goes on. He left his little coat of magic dust on the landscape as we all will do.
I think I will have a bit of wine tonight in his honor and think of him...
July 2, 2010 1:09 pm