Morning did arrive, as was reliably predicted. I was actually asleep so it got here on its own, but I am nonetheless grateful for the visit. Not just any morning, but Father's Day.
Because I've never really gotten down the concept of the correct Father's Day gift- he doesn't wear ties and I can't see sending him flowers, I'll do it here instead.
One thing Dad instilled in me was his love of music and the musical theatre. He was the guy who turned me on to June Christy and Judy Garland. Holidays at our house invariably involved the screening of a musical. Perhaps one day we should talk about that.
So For Dad, on Father's Day, his very favorite scene from his favorite musical.
Take it away, Judy (and Fred):