Today would have been my dad’s 88th birthday. In this photo, I see how much my brother, Brian, took after him.
I still miss Dad sometimes. I was 29 when he died and a year away from getting my B.A. (Easily distracted, late bloomer, yada yada.) I didn’t get to spend enough time around him as an adult. He and Mom lived in Germany from fall of 1983-summer 1985, and Hydra and I moved to California a few weeks after they came home.
I think he would have liked the way things have gone for me in the past 26 years.
The caption on the back says, “Herb & his Scout, April 16, 1981. Leveling off back yard after septic work.” You can see the roof of the old Noble Township one-room school house in the background, across the road.
Yeah, some people called him Herbie Sunshine. Ironic? I dunno. He had a great sense of humor and was a great anecdotal storyteller.