This morning as I was reclining in my favorite chair it occurred to me that I have much to be thankful for. Children who, during their perilous path through life, find themselves periodically faltering and flourishing much like their father before them. It’s a joy to watch their progress without offering too much fatherly advice. A host of delightful friends whose wine cellars never disappoint and whose beer kegs never run dry. A wife who shops frugally and frequently and brings me on occasion small tokens of her affection. At first I thought it was because she loves to buy me stuff. Later I learned it’s because she loves to buy stuff. Nonetheless it’s still my stuff. And handicap parking near the door of every commercial establishment we visit. Walking sticks optional. Life is good.
Open Note to my Children
May 10, 2021Written by Russ Hatler
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