My Father the Bartender/Ruminations on Homesickness

My Dad stayed at my apartment last weekend and, amongst other social functions, carved out some precious hours to visit George, Johnny, Don Hill, and all my friends from the Greenwich and Spring barrio.  Reviewing these, I have a tinge of home sickness, but luckily early swims on the beach and hours perfecting my bronze.

In any event, I'm unsure as to what time these were snapped but love them I do and will continue to.

A hero, that father of mine....