It's not as catchy a phrase as "Where's Wally?", and there is no way anyone is putting my dad in a red-and-white striped jersey in the midst of a huge, colourful crowd. He is much easier to locate these days, as you are likely to know.
It will be a surprise to me if anyone at all finds this post, because this is my father's blog and he has, as yet, not begun to use it and so hasn't found it necessary to inform all and sundry of the need to check here daily. I began it for him earlier this year, hoping that it would provide him with a different outlet for his verbose musings. Yes, I was hoping to save the world, one un-filled-to-the-brim mailbox at a time. But things never work out as you want; I never did become a lawyer, and my father has not blogged. It's good to know one of these two things might still change.
