My father celebrates a big birthday today, June 2oth. I'll take this minute to honor it the best way I know how, with an image of him the way I remember him, growing up. This is my dad circa 1978, the year I was born. A few things have changed since then ... the big glasses have made way for contacts, that rockin' 70's mustache shaved, the fro a distant memory.
But the important stuff never changed: This is a guy younger at heart than most of the people I know. His love of the music he grew up with is so much a part of his life that he can't help but share it with me, and I've been introduced to more great music through him than I can recall. He wears his heart on his sleeve. The advice he's given me, whatever the topic, sticks. I'm glad it does because it's good. I have a lot of pride in the relationship I have with him.
Happy Birthday, Dad. 60 ain't nuttin'.
