Aah, parents. You can’t pick ‘em, and you can’t live without ‘em.
This page is all about my dad, Frank. (Think “Archie Bunker meets Sitting Bull in the back yard of the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding.“)
Frank’s old, and he pretends to be able to hear (which he can’t)–and THAT makes him funny as hell. God bless ‘im!