Happy New Year, With a Memory of my Father

On December 31, 1981, my father, after about 2 1/2 years of suffering from a severly damaged liver from alcohol and jaundice. We all wound up going to Tom's Pancake House in Beaverton for breakfast, after we recorvered well enough. It was my father's favorite restaurant.

Happy new year!

I miss my dad. If he were around, he would probably be carting Felicia around all over the place.

Many blessings to you all.