My old man really wanted to get together for lunch over spring break. Unfortunately he was diagnosed with emphysema a couple months ago (59 years of smoking was bound to do some damage, but he’s in remarkable good shape all things considered), so we really couldn’t risk a proper social gathering. Today we decided to do our best impression of cops on patrol, and have a donut party.
It was good to see him, we had a nice chat. Despite living less than 20 miles apart, I really don’t see him all that often.