My dad has been sending me lengthy text messages from his iPhone today, thinking he is writing emails instead of texts. His messages always crack me up; they make him sound like a robot or that he’s sending me a telegram from the past.
We are in windy Florida. Weather is windy. Fires are around us. We are at Cantina Laredo (restaurant). Your mom has to drive home. The traffic is crap. Very windy. Last year there was 50 feet. (?) Today there was none. The waves were hitting the sea wall. Hope all is going well for you. Mom is cracking her knuckles. She says she is cold, but she is looking tough. I love you, See you soon. Love DAD
