I seem unable to get a card to my father on time for anything lately. He's just too forgiving -- I know he'll love me no matter how scattered or self absorbed I am. Of course, that's why he's the perfect dad. Here are a few pictures I love from back in the day.
On patrol on the Nathan Hale in 1965, with facial hair no less. I thought that was illegal or something.
I love how my brother Ed is looking at me like he's pretty sure I have completely ruined his life.
If I were my dad here, I'd be hoping my angel had an empty bladder.