A song for Dad and me

There was a little storage/work area off the back of my parents' old house.  It was my father's domain,,,,he would putter around in there wearing his khaki colored work pants.  I don't think I ever saw my father in a pair of jeans.  When we got a 'new' stereo he put the old record player in there.  I can still smell the slightly musty smell in there and see the old fold out phonograph...

The other night Ernie was playing various cds in the kitchen while he was getting ready to put something on the grill.  I walked in the room just as he put this one on, saying "this is for you Cynthia" and I promptly burst into tears.  My father loved this song and I can still hear it echoing from the storage room....