It was great to get messages from my three kids this morning wishing me H.F.Day. I`m sitting in a hotel after a red-eye flight to Toronto and a limousine ride to Burlington. I`m tired and hungry and there`s no food in this fucking hotel. Dang! I`m told I can walk to one. Only takes 20 minutes. Anywho…
Being on the road my whole life, I have missed so many Fathers Days at home. That`s the sad, unfortunate part of living out of a suitcase decade after decade. Still the beat goes on .
All the best to Dads and their families everywhere. and welcome to my blog,