This tremendously handsome dude with the slightly crazed smile is my father. Today, May 8th, is his 75th birthday. How can I describe my dad? He is wicked-smart for starters, possessing lightning-fast math skills for which he never needs a calculator or even a piece of paper and a pencil. A REAL funny guy, he has never met a cheesy joke he didn’t like and, what’s worse, he remembers them all! He has worked hard his whole life and he didn’t always catch the best breaks and (worst of all) he lived in a house with FOUR girls/women… and no other boys! Poor dad. He was (and I feel that I can reveal this after all these years) the softie in the family, the one who said “Sure” to our extravagant little-girl wishes for yet more Barbies and other such goodies. (We did not abuse him too much). One of the best things about my dad is that I never remember him giving me a talk or lecture about how I should act. I knew, growing up, that my parents were both really good people and that I should behave as they did. My dad has an insanely easy way with other people; he subscribes to that school of thought in which a stranger is simply a friend you have not yet met. Although not nearly as outgoing as my dad, I have inherited his gift of the gab and fascination with other people’s stories. My very favourite thing about my dad, though, is his basic human kindness. He believes that you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat someone who has absolutely nothing to offer them. This has been one of the most important lessons of my life. Thanks, dad, for helping to raise us well.
Happy birthday, dude!