tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8392042631938516820.post-45348482030869956732008-06-15T10:23:00.000-07:002008-06-15T10:27:39.168-07:002008-06-15T10:27:39.168-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LjbQqYdKkVs/SFVQWuVV__I/AAAAAAAAAxs/FZ4NyUAI5y4/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212160495076114418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LjbQqYdKkVs/SFVQWuVV__I/AAAAAAAAAxs/FZ4NyUAI5y4/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Some traditions never die</div><div>even though we all will someday</div><div>there will always be funny hats</div><div>and someone to take pictures</div><div>of Sons and Fathers wearing funny hats</div><div>and that is a good thing</div><div> </div><div>Happy Fathers Day, Dad</div><div> </div><div>I raise a virtual glass of Ballantynes to you today. </div><div> </div><div>Cheers</div><div>Your # 5 son</div>Dense Milthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15100032340493991873noreply@blogger.com