Rob's family

Each girl made me cry today. Gretchen wrote me a poem (below) and Melinda a photo video collage with her playing piano for the background soundtrack. My Dad He looks best in his robe patterned in plaid. That is my dad. I’d never have a reason to call him a bother. That is my father. If I ever wanted to play golf, for sure he’d be my caddy. That is my daddy. If I ever gave him a suggestion, he’d never say “Nah.” That is my da. When I feel sad, he is always there. That is my père. He tells stories even better that Aesop. That is my pop. He never ceases to make me happy. That is my pappy. ~Gretchen

Happy Father's Day Dad. I'll try your phone again later. 5-12 hours today in the car. Depends on whether we stop in Pittsburgh or plow all the way through to Chicago. Yesterday we took a boat tour to Georgetown. Unfortunately DC received its 17th and 18th inch of rain since 6/16. I love being outside on a boat, so once we left the dock, Gretchen and I headed up on deck. Rain Poncho protected we searched (without luck) for the sites. When the guy said, "You'll see to our starboard, the Pentagon." we did not. Alas. Fortunately, the rain ended about the time we got to Georgetown (expensive water taxi). The big expensive houses in Georgetown were impressive. The highlight there was the Dumbarton Oaks garden. Cool old house and a whole slew of gardens.