My Dad's last job before he passed away in 1994, was delivering for a small local bakery.
He would go in around midnight, load up his truck, and drive to stores and restaurants,
with all manner of baked goods.
On occasion, I would go with him to help him load his truck. I wasn't always pleased
to do it, because I was a lazy college bum. Now I would give anything to go back to
Walking into the bakery, the wonderful smell of freshly baked pastries, donuts, bread,
was intoxicating. My Dad would let me have a fresh bowtie or donut as we loaded the
brown boxes into his truck. Then he would leave to do his route and I would drive home.
I wish I had helped him more often.
I love you Dad, I miss you.
Happy Father's Day