Last night me and my brother went over to my pops to celebrate a belated fathers day and an early birthday. On the way over we got in a heated yet civil argument over what a racist is. I got my dad a fishing pole case that he was really happy with. Me and my brother also fixed him steaks and potatoes (actually my brother did most of the cooking).
A few years ago, when I ordered checks (or cheques for all you brits), I had the bank print this Robert Frost quote on the bottom of each one:
“In three words, I can sum up everything I know about life: It goes on.