The Banana Pudding Road Trip


I’m a Daddy’s Girl, but I come by my father worship honestly. My dad idolized his father. As a child, he watched my grandfather eat breakfast, have a cup of precious coffee and then smoke an unfiltered Camel cigarette. One day my dad took a sip of the cold coffee. Unfortunately, the mostly-empty cup had been used as an ashtray for the cigarette ash. Dad was horribly sick and ever since that … [Read more...]