Debi’s father (a.k.a. Daddy Bill) has lived with me for the past four months. He’s now a permanent fixture at the office (at least during lunchtime). He has what he calls a “slipped memory” so he can’t remember recent events very well, but he has a lot of Navy stories to tell. He’s also getting better physically than he had been. Here is a photo of him and Debi down by the creek watching the grandkids swim!