Today is the 89th anniversary of my dad’s birth. His brother and I have been celebrating it in his memory for years. This year will be no different.
So, instead of watching the Giants play, I’ll hoist a glass in memory of one of the best men I’ve ever known with the guy who comes in a close second.
Happy Birthday Big Tony. I miss you.
I will still hope for a win while I continue to appreciate Philadelphia.
22 June 2017