Accepting What Is… Mostly

There was a tradition in my family on Sundays. After going to Church, we’d come home and my father would cook us delicious breakfast for lunch: either pancakes or french toast. And always accompanying his cooking would be music at high volume coming from the Grundig stereo.

Gifted with a good voice, Dad would be crooning to Born Too Late” by the Ponyi-Tails or “How Much is That Doggie in the Window” by Patti Page or…