The Hammer of 9-11

When I was a child my father gave me an old ball-peen hammer. I guess he wanted me to build something. I built a driftwood bar. I hope he likes it. He died on 11/11/11. He occasionally enjoyed a beer and vodka, as I do. Cheers to my father in the spirit world. Your hammer is proudly displayed at the bar. Eternal peace to you and mom.