My father is impressed with his own accomplishment, which actually is pretty darned impressive. Last night his dirty joke on YouTube passed the million viewer mark! It’s heady stuff for a guy who predates video.
It’s not just the numbers, it’s the comments. To summarize, a lot of the commenters want to be like him when they’re 89.
Why not? He’s sharp. He’s funny. His obvious (and less obvious) physical infirmities, though part of him, don’t define him.
Being Harold Fox at 89 is a good thing.
I get a chance to put more on the hard drive soon. He’s coming to visit in a few weeks.
When I write about my dad, people always say I should cherish the time with him. I do. But my dad’s not coming because this is some final roundup. He’s coming because we enjoy his company and he ours.
It’s also a little warmer here than Milwaukee.