“Happiness is a Polka”

I’m pretty sure I was hard-wired to like polka music thanks to my dad. But this is about a little more than that.

Remembering Dad Years Later on Father’s Day

My dad has been gone for almost 8 years as of this writing. It’s weird. It feels like a lot longer.

My father was a man of contradictions. Beautiful, masterful contradictions.

This is wonderfully awkward and terrible to remember what I’m about to relate, so that’s got to be a win for the haters out there.

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