Today is one of those days. It’s a “Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues” kind of day. Or maybe a “Song Sung Blue.”

My father would have been 84 today. I never had an easy relationship with him. Walt Whitman’s words might fit:

“Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?”

And indeed I learned great lessons from my father. Perhaps one day when I too have passed on, the two of us will finally be reconciled. Until then, the closest I can come is one of his favorite songs: “Grandfather’s Clock.”

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