My dad and I are at my step-brother's wedding reception. They got married on Friday. It was a nice reception. Good food, good company, good times.

It was good to see my dad. He looks more and more like my grandfather.

My grandfather always had bottled cokes for my brother and I. He told us stories about when he was a kid growing up during the depression. He made his own desk out of a coke crate. He was a neat old man...and, now, so is my dad.