Dear Henry

I read a story about beach bonfires when I was at the beach last weekend. Sitting around a fire on the sand is a really fun thing to do at night, but a lot of places won't let you anymore. I am not exactly sure why. Maybe because people don't clean up after themselves. Anyway, the story I read explained that the first bonfires in this country were set on the beach at Cape Henry in 1627. The settlers had huge bonfires burning all night to guide ships so they wouldn't run aground, which is what the pirates wanted the ships to do. After a while the settlers built a lighthouse. I showed you a picture of that lighthouse on here a few months ago. History, fire, pirates are all great things that Dads like to share with their kids.



Papa Sy and Uncle Stinky are in Alaska right now sharing a special father-son trip. They have seen humpback and killer whales. I hope they took pictures. Also on that side of the country are Unlce Dan and Pop Pop Teddy. They went on a special trip together flying Dan's airplane from St. Louis to California. Pop Pop Teddy told me he loves California. I am sorry you never got to travel there.

Last night I spoke to Joe on the phone for the very first time. He is at the beach with everyone. It was cool to know that he knew who I was, or at least I think he recognized my voice. The phone must still be a bit of a mystery, but I kept telling him I love him and I asked him simple questions. I was hoping he could use one of his favorite words "yeah." Instead he just kept repeating "Mommy, Mommy." That was fine.

I have been thinking that I want to come see you. Maybe I can drive out after work on Friday. We can sit for a while, just the two of us. I don't think I have ever been to the cemetery to see you by myself. That will be a special father son visit.



I love you.