Classical

“We’d zip off to Carmel, NY for a mid-century modern Christmas.”

Classical music in the morning is my Dad’s house to me. Coffee, reading the paper or leafing through houseware catalogs. Him in his bathrobe, sitting in his stressless chair, smoking a cigarette. I was an adult by the time I sat around his place in the morning for any length of time. We rarely spent the night at his place when we were kids. He lived nea…