Father's Day

June 19, Sunday

We had Father's day with Joe Petranto in Los Alamos, the closest person I have to a father these days.  Joe is an old family friend, he moved to Los Alamos in 1947 and our family moved there in 1948.  He an my father struck up a friendship that lasted until my father died a few years back.  Our families did all the holidays together switching off between each  others houses.  Joe was my first trumpet teacher when I was in the 4th grade.

Joe out did himself today as usual, Joe is 95.  He had a spread ready for us when we arrived around 11:30, which included cold cuts, shrimp, artichoke hearts, olives, cheese, and white wine and that was just the appetizers.  After that we went to the Los Alamos Golf Club to the Father's Day Buffet which was full of all the goodies.

Joe

After lunch we did a driving tour of the town and drove by all of our old homes.  Both Sharon and I lived their until we were married more that 50 years ago.

We elected to take the scenic way back to Albuquerque through the Jamez, stopping to see the Villa Grande and going 25 MPH through Jamez Springs and the various Indian  Pueblos on the road back.



We arrived back in Albuquerque just in time for HH, imagine that, it was 106.