Last Friday was my father's 82nd birthday. I was too busy to even call him. Well, I had time after 10pm on Friday night but figured it was too late to call at that point, plus I had a 4:30 wake up call for the next morning.
My father is a an artist who taught architectural design (freshman studio) at Miami University for 30 or so years than retired to the shores of Saginaw Bay where he lives with his wife, Rebecca. I wish I were there right now but farming prevents such trips.
Happy B-Day Dad, I love You