Hey there Little Bubba,
Sorry to hear the loss of your daddy. One of my oldest memories of him was there in the garage eating K-rations from a green tin can. Some of the food tasted OK and other stuff had a flavor that I will never forget. Where he pick those cans of food up from I will never know. WWII, Korea, or Vietnam war leftovers would be my best guess. He and your mama were a pair and I always enjoyed the humor that your mama could rib him with. He would never let it get to him and often had a clever come-back. He was a Bull Islander all the way down to his toes. Sorry that we could not see one another for his service. Time is getting away from all of us.