Travels with Dad
—-This is a story of a complex relationship with my father, Al, who I came to love and understand after he was diagnosed with dementia.—-
Brian and I had dinner at Johnny Rockets tonight in Lake George. A fun and endearing memory came flooding back as soon as we stepped into the noise filled restaurant.
During the “Travels with Dad” years, I would bring him to Johnny Rockets in the mall for lunch. He loved hamburgers, and I knew he would love their style of family entertainment. Our visits never failed to capture our attention. Aretha Franklin’s “RESPECT” would begin blaring from the sound system, and a young bunch of workers would flood the isles and begin their gyrations. Every single time, Al would stop eating, and become a fully engaged lunch spectator. The smile on his face didn’t fade until the rendition was over.
My smile, watching Dad, would last for the rest of the day.