Dear Dad, today would have been your 94th birthday! If you were still here you would have scolded me for saying this in public! I still dream of our fishing and camping trips together, backpacking trips and eating out of a peanut butter jar in the rain. I still wonder what happened to that string of 20 trout I dropped to the bottom of 11 Mile Reservoir in Colorado...still remember how you very patiently extracted that fish hook from my thumb, and sitting in the car during thunderstorms while our fishing lines were still in the water...the Cessna flight to Pueblo, Colorado, you flew with me, grinning at my strange shade of 'green' while winds buffeted us along the front range of the Rockies. I love you Dad.
(photos copyright Estate of Thomas Jones)
