Caught the FrontRunner up to Ogden for a night at Dad’s house. Like I do.
Walked to meet him at the office, despite his old-school protestations (“Why would you want to walk all that way? The sun’s going down and you’ll catch cold!”).
Then today he drove me home, just in time for work. We listened to Duke Ellington’s orchestra playing “Take the ‘A’ Train” and had a good talk. It was a weekend well-spent.
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“You know how rock rocks? This is swing. This just swings.”
-Martin W. Custen (“Dad”)