Happy Father's Day.
My 33rd year without one.
When I was little we often went to Kentucky Lake around this time of year. I loved apple cider when I was a kid. There were always roadside stands along the way to the lake selling fruit and cider. I would always try to talk my dad in to stopping. "Um, dad, would you like to buy me a little something?" I asked often enough that my dad turned it in to a joke even when we weren't going to the lake. "That boy always wants me to buy him a little something." Good memories.