A Tribute to Dad Yesterday marked a year since Dad died. I still find it difficult not picking up the phone every day to call him and going into the house and his bedroom without him being home is uneasy. Dad was a very interesting person. He was a talented musician and at a very young age, had his own band and later even had a Big Band with a dozen musicians following him. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any of his musical abilities. I can't even keep a beat. My middle brother, Gershon inherited his musical talent. In his teens, his band played in the Catskills and his meeting Mom was a “Dirty Dancing” story. His parents were also staying at this ‘resort’ (a bungalow colony) for a week and Mom’s family were there as well for a couple of weeks. Her mother, father and younger sister. To the best of my recollection, her father came up on the weekends from running his clothes manufacturing factory in the city. Dad always claimed that when he saw Mom for the first time, he ...