Dad always had that dumb camera. Every holiday – “click” “click” “click.” Every family trip – “click” “click” “click.” Every Scouts outing – “click” “click” “click.” He could never just live in the moment, he had to capture it. Capture it and own it, and take it out later and show to a never-ending parade of grandparents, aunts and uncles and friends – even to the dates I brought home! And just when I thought I’d gotten rid of all those captured moments, here they are again. “click” “click” “click.”
