Father's Day

"post-gorging" 
It's my day. The boy and his mother took me to Lockhart for bbq. Nothing says love like slabs of greasy meat on butcher paper. An elderly couple on the bench next to us advised us to document as much of WeeZ's life as possible, "because after a while, the days all just blur together and what's terribly important in your child's memory is just another day to you." Sage words in between mouthfulls of sausage.