My parents are gone, but I still have their things. A plate, a chair, a matchbook, a sweater, an old cell phone. Something of them lives on in this stuff. Send a picture of an object and tell me what it does to you and how it makes you feel about your mom and dad, dead or alive. Then go clean up your room. Thank you
When my father died at 83 in 2006, he left me his car to sell. He was such a pack rat that it took many contractor bags to empty it out. Magazines and newspapers with my articles, dozens of tennis balls and rackets, pills, cookies, old socks and shirts, some x-rays from 1997. We even found a Trojan in the glove compartment. Well, he was always a very hopeful man. The other day, just as Bobby Wonderful was coming out about the end of my parents, a dispatch came to me through this museum.
> Subject : Yarmulke > Message : Hello Mr Morris, I didn't have another way to contact you. My > husband Deinde bought your dad's Toyota Avalon many years ago when we lived > in NJ and we recently found his Yarmulke. Please let me know where you would > like me to send it. BTW, I loved the recent article in the Times, what a > beautiful remembrance. Ibijoke Alade
Dad would be so pleased to know that his car is still running for such wonderful people. Happy Motoring right into Father's Day!