March 29, 2010
Today would have been my Dad’s 81st birthday.
One of the things I miss most is his ability to who hold himself in the manner of a most distinguished gentleman, even in the face of great silliness, times of undue drama and good ole tom foolery. Like, say, the male humiliation segment of a family reunion back in 1981.
Happy birthday, Daddy. Here’s whipped cream in your eye.