Saturday Errands

I have very fond memories of Saturdays spent with my dad running errands around town. We’d park near the bank and then walk to each business where my dad would spend time doing whatever it is grown-ups do while I snuck sugar cubes from the "free coffee" table. Here is my reimagining of that – except with owls instead of people and with the action located in Paris instead of Longmont, Colorado. (Hey, aren’t all tributes a little fantastical?)

Of course, the best part of these walks was the surprise. Although, to be honest, my father was never a 2 scoops kind of guy.