This is an unusual photo of my Dad because as I remember him, he didn't care for the beach. He was rushed to the hospital at one point in the early 60's because he had cut his leg with a circular saw. The length of the horrific scar always amazed me and because of it, my Dad didn't like to wear shorts.
He did however, love cars. I'm guessing this is Daytona Beach since the cars were driven right onto the sand. Father's Day for me was always the kick off to the lazy beach days of summer; a family picnic poolside at relatives was expected every June. Hot dogs and hamburgers for everyone, oozing with ketchup, mustard and relish.
As summer officially begins on this rainy New England Father's Day, we look forward to this summers sunny days at the beach with our families.
Happy Father's Day from The Old Granite Step!
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