We had a pleasant Father's Day. We got in a morning gym session. Then we went to our sister's in Pelham, which necessitated crossing the Hudson. Traffic on the George Washington Bridge was terrible, there was a game at nearby Yankee Stadium. So we took the long way around, up the Hudson and across at the Tappan Zee, and then back down. We avoided NYC altogether, thank god. The girls got us a great Father's Day Card:
Mrs. Stroock posting something on FB that made us downright emotional. This isn't about me, but she and all she's seen: 'Happy Father’s Day to my best friend, the best Daddy our girls could ask for, the guy who has kept this house going for the last few months while I have been back and forth to Indiana, the reason our kids actually survived online learning, and so much more! You are loved and appreciate more than you ever know William Stroock'. Well if that just doesn't....anyway. Because it was Father's Day, I was allowed to chose what kind of takeout we got: Mexican.
Those are some serious power chords and blues based riffs. Just clubs ya over the head, don't it?
