I don’t know why, but while I was putzing around this morning I was thinking about a letter my dad sent me while I was at camp one summer years and years ago — it was an utterly hilarious accounting of their road trip back to Mountain Home after dropping me off at ATU in Russellville (home of, among other things, the infamous Feltner’s Whataburger, which is not part of any chain and makes the world’s most awesome burgers — so good they’re worthy of planning a road trip around a stop at Feltner’s!!). But I digress.
Anyway, inspired by these thoughts of my father’s epistolary genius, I went a-hunting for said letter, and am sorry to say 45 minutes later and running dreadfully late for work, I still had not found it. (I’m sensing a looming and very pressing need to organize all of my letters/cards/writing as a result of my hunt, though.)
Still, I did manage to put my paws on another letter my dad wrote, also one summer while I was at a camp at ATU (I spent many summer weeks at ATU growing up). So while I agonize over what has happened to the other one, here’s a letter from my dad. I think it’s great, but part of that probably comes from knowing him and knowing how much he loves to joke and tease. 🙂