Benjamin Albert Farr

When I think of my dad I remember the family trips we would take to Pennsylvania, Maryland and Virginia, whether it was to see the amish and get some shoofly pie or the battlefields and historic buildings or go to Busch gardens. Thoughts of those trips still bring a chuckle . I remember the times we would go to Uncle Herbie and Uncle Monroe´s hardware store where he would roll his eyes when my uncles gave me yet another lock. Or when we went to yankee Stadium and he took out all the lights on the ramp with his truck antennas. He loved to fish when we were kids and always came up with some new bait to try and catch something. I can still pitcure his face that day me and my brother tried to catch fish with McDonald´s breakfast then as I got older we drifted apart but we both found our way back to each other. Whether it was our phone conversation or our trips to Dunkin´ Donuts. I love you dad.