Yo, Dad!

My Father was born on Valentine's Day in 1929.

He grew up in Southwest Philadelphia, played ball in school, ran the streets, and hung out with jazz musicians (to his father's horror) ...

Then he turned serious,

Married my Mom, and moved to the suburbs,


















Had two kids (I'm playing off to the side somewhere),








Lost his parents and brother within three years (wreaked havoc within) worked for National Rolling Mills for 35 years,

Welcomed his first grandchild, was divorced, retired,

Re-married my Mom ...

My father loves family,


















All family.
















Even other people's family.

And, he wonders why he, the one who always got into trouble, still lives when all the upstanding members of his family have passed on. We tell me he is here because we need him.

Happy 80th Birthday, Dad!