I think my dad had a zillion key chains. Well, maybe not a zillion, but a drawer full. That was what he got on Father’s Day most of the time we were growing up, and each new one was better than the last in his eyes.
I only wish I could give him another key chain this year on Sunday. He would appreciate the humor.
And then the family would spend the day having a nice dinner either in or out somewhere with lots of conversation and talking about events back in the day.