While I have a fairly normal relationship with my Dad, I just don't have any pics of him and I, or even just him, available for sharing.
So instead, here's a few of my favorites of me and the little turd.
Letting the rain blow in on us: [Broken External Image]
Enjoying the zoo together: [Broken External Image]
Having some fun around the house: [Broken External Image]
Sitting in the front of the tram at the Tampa Bay airport: [Broken External Image]
Nap time on the couch: [Broken External Image]
Picking up a couple Bugs Bunny popsicles: [Broken External Image]
Walking around Siesta Key Beach: [Broken External Image]
Her excited to see me on TV when I caught the home run at the Cubs game last summer: [Broken External Image]
Dancing at her aunt's wedding: [Broken External Image]
At a kid's fishing tournament: [Broken External Image]
Sorry, I have a lot of favorite pics of her and I, I guess. Oh well, it's obvious we have fun together, sometimes at the expense of her mother's patience. The mother who constantly reminds me how she feels like she's a single mom with two kids rather than a married mother of one. I'll never stop having fun being a dad. It's even more enjoyable when she's a very well behaved, polite, smart, and funny kiddo.
My Dad & middle daughter a few years ago, at the BA Christmas parade, we rode with the Vette Set.
Me & my middle daughter, camping this weekend;
A father figure in my life, my great-uncle "Apple" Bill Prunka. He was on a bomber crew in WWII, retired as a chief in the NY Fire Dept;
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Here's a link to a story and pic of my dad in the Tulsa World. It discusses his service as a police officer and the disease that ultimately took his life. He was hands down the best friend I ever had. It will be ten years in June that I lost him.