Time with Dad
Istanbul …late 1990’s
I noticed them in the park near the Blue Mosque. They sat at a card table. A typewriter lay on the table. It was the “office” of a scribe; the man earned money by writing letters for anyone who needed a typewritten letter. His son sits with him absorbed in his schoolwork. Neither of them will forget these moments. “Remember when I used to meet you in the park after school, Baba?”
Happy Father’s Day.