He jokingly said that camping was staying at a Holiday Inn. He preferred staying in well-appointed hotels. Yet, he would also spend hours out in the woods hunting quail or dove with briars stuck on his pants and scratching his hands. He was a pretty good marksman and would often remark in movies with shootout scenes that if he had been there everyone would be dead already. He could be like that--cool and calculating and dispassionate. Then, spend just a few minutes watching him and my eldest daughter.
(The photo below is of my family on the Olympic peninsula in Washington state.)
Soon, my father will have been gone for a year. His name was Norris Wilmer Thomas, Jr. To honor him, I will post something about him each day. Maybe it will only be about a habit he had. Some posts may be longer. I don't know. I will write them as they occur to me.
I am also leaving the comments open. If you knew him, add something. If you only want to tell me that I will get over the sorrow, don't. That isn't helpful to me. Let these posts be about him.