Summers Gone

“When I’m gone light a candle when you miss me. If you’re lucky I might come and blow it out.”

Father’s Day

Father’s DayJames Heaton Every five years the father and the son meet at a café, somewhere in the world that they both mutually decided upon. The more eccentric the better, the more unique the location was always preferred, why waste such an important meaning on a subpar establishment who didn’t treat their patrons with respect. … Continue reading Father’s Day