To my three sons, from your Dad.
At 12 noon on Veteran's Day I was at the Lost Dog Cafe in Westover for lunch, as is my custom on holidays, where I ordered an Italian pizza pie. I ate it with pleasure and had plenty left over to take home.
I also ordered two beers. I could have ordered one, or two, more if necessary.
It was a solitary lunch where I stared at an empty chair. I actually didn't enjoy it all that much, although the pizza was delicious and my beer was refreshing.
Jimmy, Johnny and Danny, let's flip this decade-long attempt at making myself available to you on its ear. Suppose you start going there to have lunch at noon on holidays, and maybe I'll come by and we can start catching up and making a new familial relationship a day at a time.