My Dad. He gifts me with good produce. I fix his computer issues and find him out of print books. (The latest is Andy Capp comics, which, other than the omnipresent pint, is pretty much my Da's life.) We do not sing each others' praises but we are getting along. Maybe this is a late in life choice but this might be progress. Dunno.
I should have stayed home today and unclogged the storm drains on the street.