Since Sean couldn’t go far, we had a picnic by the river to celebrate Father’s Day and what a terrific dad he is. We had ham sandwiches with lettuce and mayo and mustard. We had what was left of his big chocolate chip birthday cookie. We had grape-cranberry juice. We had barbeque chips and fritos. We had cut-up pear. And we had the river moving slowly by us. And each other. It was more than enough.
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