I wouldn’t be here.  And I wouldn’t have experienced Angel Food Cake French Toast from Spyro’s this morning!  I intended to make breakfast rolls for Father’s Day, but yesterday’s migraine dictated else ways.  So we went out for brunch instead and then watched cake shows and baseball on TV.  Three of us split the french toast, garden frittata and Wyoming bacon (when bacon is thick and good, my dad calls it Wyoming bacon), otherwise we may not have been able to get out of our booth.  My dad played the organ the morning I was born and watches Christmas movies with me at any time of the year.  I like to watch birds, ballgames and eat brats with him.  Thanks, Dad, for reminding me today not to let emotions get in the way of joy.  Cheers to happy memories and all of the fathers who work so hard to provide a joyful future for their children.