Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday, Dad - born 1919. The Sarge and I never agreed about anything - except that steaks should be rare.
Happy Birthday, Dad. 1919 – 2000. 

Nice day today. Still toasty warm. The pool could be opened – but it isn’t. But, we still have a balcony and a terrace. And a lounge chair on each one. So, I can keep up my tan for a little while longer. (Hawai’i doesn’t happen until Nov 10.)

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