A happy Father's Day to all the dads, folks who stand in for the ones who can't be there, mothers who have to be both, and especially dads who also have to be mothers.
I wasn't lucky enough to know my father; he died when I was very small, but my mother did talk about him and we were able to know him through her.
It seems that I'm not alone in loving "vintage", either...when they bought their house, he promptly ripped out all of the carpets and refinished the hardwood floors. And preferred a gin (real!) martini to a vodka (I came late to that one), and loved to cook.
He was an artist--mostly in charcoal, I think. I have a few of his sketches. He loved good food, and cooking, and gardening.
So here's to my father, and yours, and you, and all of the fathers in our lives.