My terrific daughter Elisabeth and her sensational significant George Three did more than take me out to the Syracuse Chiefs baseball game and ply me with food and drink for Father’s Day.
They zipped over to the house with a nicely wrapped present the next day as well. Holiday proper, and I was smiling again.
That Hawaiian vacation the four of us took will not stop.
I thought these came from the brewery shop in Kona, on the 50th state island.
Elisabeth told me to look at the box.
Nope. She’s found them on Amazon from Pennsylvania.