Hey, Daddy! Been a busy week, so I'm late getting back to you. This week I've mentored a parkway high school student interested in photography, shot a corporate calendar on a firefighter theme, coached a new vocal student who doesn't realize he doesn't need me, hired two contract photographers for my firm, worked with trusted colleagues to develop a new department for community building at our coworking space, shot a fashion preview, made a contact for a Bed & Breakfast trade in beautiful Natchitoches, and shot some promos for an upcoming theatre production. It was, for the most part, a good week. I know Mom and Sarah are having fun preparing for Tiny's arrival. I remember those times waiting for Jackson to come to us. Precious memories that certainly linger.
How's the little pickup coming along? Have you named it yet. Seems like we give everything we love a special name. Have you done that yet?
You said you were listening to me sing. Was it online? What was I singing?
Old cars DO have lots of options! LOL I've been thinking about old cars a lot lately. I love to tell the story of how I learned to drive. I will never forget the Saturday you hollered up the stairs to tell me it was time to go for our driving lesson. I was instantly flu-like. Sick as a dog from fear. I wasn't gonna be driving some sedan with a heavy gas pedal. We were taking the cutlass
supreme, which as you well know boasts that big, beautiful 455 rocket engine. I was terrified. Now, nothing satisfies quite like that full-throttle on an open road. I'm lucky to have experienced it, and miss it a lot these days. Maybe next time I'm home, we can take that 442 for a spin. I'm itching to hear that big block purr.
Today, I have a little modest wedding to shoot in south Shreveport and a cabaret show to support in central Bossier. Right now, I'm thinking about you and Momma and my first home, which will always be there, with you. Miss you, Dad. Love you more.
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