*OK, this might be a slight exaggeration - unless you also watched "Saved by the Bell: The College Years", in which case the whole losing faith / humanity definitely applies.
In the spirit of sticking it to the internet elves & in honor of Father's Day - no, I'm not sure how those two are related, but I have an English minor & am therefore inclined to invent something - I'm recycling a post in honor of my true father, my late grandfather, which you can find here.
There's a lot of fashion talk here at the Pretty, but Grandpa was a more a man of style. Once he retired his Navy dress whites, he stuck to conservative staples - a sun-drenched, Southern California version of the prep look. Style was merely a outgrowth of the life he lived, and not something to be followed (forgive me, G!); semi-annual trips to the local shop, always the same one, were more than sufficient for him. When I see the fashionable return of his wardrobe staples, like the hipsters sporting straw fedoras or Southern boys in seersucker, I smile and remember.
Grandpa, you weren't one for obvious sentiment, so I'll leave it at this - not a day goes by when I don't miss you. Now if only I could say the same for Blogger . . .