Me and my dad

I heard this song a lot as a kid. It isn’t the typical song that a boy at that age would typically listen to.

My dad was born in 1928. He was 46 when I entered this world. Mom was 19 years younger. My dad listened to jazz a lot. So I did too. I’m grateful.

Dinah Washingtons version of this song through the cassette in the car. At the time I really didn’t realize the greatness of it, but it came to be my strongest emotional connection to my father who passed in 1996. I love this song, and I loved my father.

You didn’t get to meet my three kids, their mother, or Maria, my wife. I wish you had. You would have loved them all.

This is for you, dad. Thank you.

Love Mats