I love this picture. It's exactly how I remember my dad: laughing, orchestrating, always the host. Now don't get me wrong -- J.E. wasn't perfect. But he'd always be willing to admit it... at least after the dust settled.
Thought a lot about Dad today, sharing stories with family, and we always found ourselves laughing. That's not so bad, really.
Happy Father's Day, Papa-san. Thanks for the laughs.