This year, Charla asked her Dad, "Do you want to go to the Farm with Glenn? His response was, "Not just Yes but Hell, Yes!"
So we have a new tradition. Harry spends Father's Day with the Campbells and after Church, we go eat prime rib and other seriously delicious food at Ricky's.
What he said about Ricky's when we left there was that he enjoyed it, but not as much as he did last year when he wasn't expecting it to be so good. Ricky's is an old Golden Corral that defranchised and the manager stayed on. Much of the staff has been there for more than 20 years. It doesn't look like much but it sure is good.
Harry left behind 3 adult children, 8 grandchildren, a couple of Bonus Grands and too many great-grands for me to count to come spend a relaxed day. When we got home from town after a driving tour of the Boat Basin and the banks of the Flint River, he took a long nap in a recliner while Lane watched NASCAR beside him in another recliner.
Glenn and I explored the yard and found a Hognosed Snake. We didn't bother him so he turned and slithered into the shrubbery trying his best to puff out his cheeks to look like a black cobra with white stripes. "Spreaking Adder" is what I've heard them called. Harry called it a 'puff adder' when we told about it.
They left with Father's Day mugs full of sugared peanuts cooked by Mrs. Willine for the fathers who came to
Church, and a quart of frozen blueberries. Supper was waiting for them when they got home to Florida and more love for PaPa and Daddy Glenn.
