My Dad's Chair

Everyone felt comfortable around my dad. To know my dad was to love him, but to be in his office was to be completely at ease.  Despite the scattered maps, papers and constant Clint Eastwood movies playing on his little TV, you'd always find your way to his recliner chair and let him entertain you for hours.  Sometimes you'd just feel compelled to stay for a few days.  Nothing made my dad happier than a willing ear...except maybe his camera.