Good ol’ Truckee

Brought my dad some dinner at the cabin today. He wanted chile relleno from El Toro Bravo in Truckee–which is excellent. I always get the carnitas. This evening they did not disappoint.

The cabin hasn’t changed. It’s still very calm and quiet. Nothing to listen to but the wind gently whooshing through the pine tree tops and the chattering of the Steller’s Jays–and your own thoughts of course.

When the sun started to go down my dad put on the A’s game. We swapped back and forth between Oakland the the SF Giants games. My dad poured some cognacs. I thought to myself, “this may be the last time I ever get to do this…better enjoy it”.

Dad didn’t say much. He didn’t have to.