My papa is known for his generous heart, his borderline obsessive organization, and his giant glasses.
He's also a supernice guy. I will tell you a little story about that later.
But it is his 70th birthday--today!
Me and Pops this summer.
Pops with Baby Seanie...
My award winning picture of Pop and Loch (Honorable Mention...whatevs)
Pops reading to Loch and Carter back in the day...
Like Grandpa, Like Granddaughter...
Pops with me and Gail. I'd have to be around five, which would make Dad around 45. I think we were at some kind of fair...
At Aunt Jean and Uncle Bernie's after playing some poker. Mom and Pop must be around 45 or 46, as I still have long hair, which got chopped when I was seven.
Me, Gail and Pop with Aunt Jean's dog, Shannon, who I loved so much.
At the beach, Bear Camp Pond, with Gail, Richie and John. Before I was born
At Sue's wedding with Aunt Edith, John Feak, Sue and Dave, and John Mimnaugh.
Pops. In his younger years. Same bat glasses, same bat channel.
With my mom. 1984? 1985?
with his sisters, this year. And quite a few years ago, with Uncle Bill, as well:
And, just to prove that he's not the only one getting old:
Look at these young men from the Year of the Pimp Hat...
Happy Birthday to My Pops! You get a BirthdayTwoMonths, it is decreed!
Because, hey, you don't turn 70 every day...