In my father’s piles and stacks and squirrel-aways of belongings were dozen of legal pads. Boxes of ink pens. At least ten executive portofolios. Paper clips and gadgets and little staplers.
And a big stack of “From the desk of . . .” sheets. 5.5×8.5 inches. Unbound and unglued.
I grabbed the legal pads and the From the desk of . . .
I am my father’s son after all.
A stack of my father’s note pages now sit on my desk at the office.