Happy Birthday, Dad

My dad was born 104 years ago yesterday, July 16, 1920. This picture shows him repairing a playhouse roof probably some time in the 90s. In his hand is the 1942 hammer of his that I have blipped a couple of times. What I really miss about him, and he’s been gone for 15 years, is his sense of humor. He was funny as hell. I would quote a couple, but the best ones are spicy. I miss him, but as long as I hear his funny sayings, he’s right here with me. Happy birthday, Dad. We miss you.