Fridays I remember all so well. Wake up early and put our stuff into the car. It was a long drive to the company club at Awali and that old Corolla had no stereo but we enjoyed it anyway. The pool always looked so inviting and after an hours swim we'd be hungry as hell; and we never wanted to go straight home. Usually he'd take us to the Dairy Queen, but sometimes he'd say - No we went there last week, lets go home today ... there's so much food in the fridge. And then at the last second he'd turn off onto the road that went to the Dairy Queen and we'd have a hard time concealing our joy. How I loved them chilly dogs and the peanut butter parfait.

Don't think I ever thanked him for those Fridays. I should. I'm sure he thinks we've forgotten; wonder what he'll say if I tell him that after all these years I still replay those trips to Awali in my head every now and then.

This one for Sonz. It was so good talking to you last weekend. Miss you too.