Man, I love memories like that. Your Dad was a very lucky man!
He was! I just wish someone would bring me some out here! My mom and stepdad drove out in their RV back in the spring-should have made them stop in St. Louis for some, LOL.
Unfortunately, Dad died back in 1989 of accidental drowning at the age of 38, when I was 16, and my brother and half-brother were 13 and 7. He passed on his looks to me, and also his love of history and White Castles :)