Today is Father’s Day.  And more than usual I’m feeling melancholy.  This is the eleventh Father’s Day without Dad.  There’s not a day that comes and goes, that I don’t think about him.  He always had great advice.  What he liked to tell me often was “Always think positive!”  He told me that even though he knew I was struggling with a mind turned against itself.  He may not have understood what it meant to have that but he still abounded in empathy.

Thought I’d share some photos of him.  This first one dates to November 2006.  It’s of Dad in his favorite place: his beloved knife shop.  It was really rainy and cold that day and I went by the shop to ask him something.  This is how I found him: reclined back in a chair with his pipe, thinking up new projects.  It’s classic Dad.  Click to enlarge:...