Last Father’s Day was quite an adventure–so much so that it required two posts, and still I’m not sure I did justice to Jim, an unparalleled dad, brother, uncle and son.
This is the photograph with which I came perilously close to creating an international incident at the G8 Summit.
It still doesn’t seem very sinister to me, but let me explain. . . .
Father’s Day was the one day during our travels when we absolutely, positively needed to be awake and ready at a designated time (the equivalent of 4:00 a.m. at home) to journey up the coast of Northern Ireland. Our entire trip had been designed around this day.
We had been in Scotland, off the grid, and had no clue our own President was coming to town. We were not even aware the G8 Summit was about to begin until we got to the airport in Northern Ireland. As we breezed out of the landing area, we passed through a room that appeared to contain an entire city force…
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