It was a perfect night.
I was exhausted from travel and work- and his baseball try-outs were cancelled due to rain.
It was a perfect night.
We were already out of the house, and I decided to take him to one of my favorite places in town. A place I realized I tend to avoid, since it was one of the spots I used to go with dad. A little sushi bar in the worlds ugliest strip mall. I didn’t realize until this night just how much this place reminded me of my dad. He and I were the only two sushi eaters in the family- so we would go and talk and indulge in a great meal together. I remember dad telling me how he learned to use chop sticks when he was in the Army during the Vietnam war as we sat and watched the sushi chef create another great meal to share.
He has been gone several years now….so on this night I thought Jack and I would go in and start a new tradition.
Jack tried the wasabi, he fell in love with the Goyza and we laughed so hard we were crying.
It was a perfect night- and I’m sure my dad loved it.
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