It was agreed. My dad consented to be on the KVEC Morning News show the Friday before Father’s Day, June 17, 2001. I thought he would make a great guest. He certainly was qualified. He was, after all, a personification of the Greatest Generation.
Mother’s Day wasn’t invented for my mom, but she definitely earned her stripes raising the three of us. I can’t speak for my younger brother or older sister, but I’m sure that if mom were here, she’d tell you that I was probably the most adventurous. In that respect, my mom deserved more than a Mother’s Day, I think.
My family, forever steeped in tradition, always went nuts over holidays. Like Easter, which I always thought was the most curious of holidays, having been convinced by someone along the way that spending a Sunday morning hunting for brightly colored hard-boiled eggs secretly distributed in the most unusual places was an exercise that I or any other child might enjoy.
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