My father and I used to like to antagonize each other over politics. I think we both deemed the session a success if we could get the other to crack a little. Sometimes I knew that he had staged things for me when I went for a visit.
One visit, he put the book “Ronald Reagan – An American Life” on the coffee table. I paged through it for a moment and saw him crack a small smile. I just glibly said, “talk about a complete waste of money” as I tossed it back on the table.
Then we ended up in the kitchen where somehow he had procured an autographed picture of GW Bush. He had it on the refrigerator. I don’t know how he got it. I said, “I need one of these for my fridge so I can lose some weight.”
It’s funny the memories that I now hold fondly.