
I am officially a bad son. My father turned 82 on Sunday, and I completely forgot about his birthday until I was reading my
brother's blog tonight. I have to hand it to my dad, at his age, to still be working in a factory is pretty incredible. I should know, because I worked in that factory one summer, and it nearly killed me. But then again, if I was married to my mother, I would do whatever I could to avoid being at home as well. :-) Happy Birthday, Dad!