Today my dad would have been 71 years old. I’m sure he’s doing just what he always wanted to do on his birthday, namely playing golf at the big golf course in the sky. And not getting a huge birthday party. We threw him a big party when he turned 55, I think, and he did not like that. He passed away shortly before his 60th birthday, in part, we think, to avoid another surprise party.
Always had to get the last laugh, eh Dad?
Of course, in my opinion, the real last laugh happened when he caused my one cute baby to turn into three. Nice one!