a few years later he was in a tank in Normandy

my dad on his black horse, with Hey, granny's dog, outside The Lynches.
the blacksmith lived at the bottom of their driveway.

i seem to have tucked the box of war time photos away somewhere so i couldn't post the pic i had in mind.  but it's nice to see him before the weight of his war experiences took its toll.

he was such a kind and sensitive man.

reading:  Remarkably Bright Creatures  by Shelby Van Pelt
Marcellus is my kind of creature.

watching Sashimi on You Tube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7__r4FVj-EI