Dad tagged along with Jim and I and our three-month-old firstborn for a cookout at Robin and Lanie Roberts\u2019 farm house near Loudonville, Ohio.<\/p>\n
I glanced across the newly mown backyard at Dad. His hair still dark blond at fifty-seven, was pulled back in his customary ponytail. He let out a \u201chidey-hi\u201d then a random whistle.<\/p>\n
I shot a look at Lanie. I never thought about Dad\u2019s Tourette-like vocal emissions; they were just one of the things that made Dad \u201cDad.\u201d Tonight I could have done with a little less Dad-ness.<\/p>\n
Lanie lifted her brows and shot me an infectious grin. Maybe she had a nut or two hanging from her family tree.<\/p>\n
Robin passed Dad a burger in a bun.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw some lamb\u2019s quarter growing along your front walk.\u201d Dad disappeared around the side of the house.<\/p>\n