In a world built increasingly of emojis and avatars, dads are the real deal.
Good food requires no apologies. Good food is second base.
Meet Catty Cakes, who drinks her lunch and loves her grandpa.
He started a sonic revolution, cheering on batters with the indecipherable growl of an abandoned dog.
Look at their smiles, the jaunty/careless way they wear a necktie. I am nothing but envious of these grads.
“The cure for anything is salt water": Gloom till noon, sun by 1.