
This photo was taken on Father's Day many, many years ago. It may have been 1982 because my hair was still long, none of us had braces yet, and it was before the kitchen remodel and expansion. Sure, many things have changed over the years, but some things NEVER change. You'll notice my sister Dena holding a jar of mixed nuts in front of our dad. I'm not sure when that tradition started, but as far back as I can remember, my dad always received some sort of nuts for Father's Day. Mixed nuts from Koezee's. Cashews. Pistachios. You name it.
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This year, Father's Day was a little different because Pankaj, Samedh and I did not spend it with my family. While everyone else gathered at the cottage and spent the day fishing from my dad's new pontoon boat, we elected to stay home and dry out our basement after the weekend's storms and heavy rain (7.5" of rain in 24 hours, to be exact). My parents stopped by this evening though, and we celebrated Father's Day a day late. There was no ride on the pontoon, no bonfire or cooking on the grill, but we did have one thing that was the same as any other year: Our gift. Nuts. Dark Chocolate Cashews to be exact. My dad opened them immediately, and then shared how he also received mixed nuts, pistachios, AND peanuts in the shell from my sister Dena and her family. That's what prompted me to share this photo. It makes me smile. The same smile I see on my dad's face when he receives another gift of nuts...year after year.





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