My father plays poker where he lives. It’s a Tuesday night game. The same four or five guys week-after-week. Three, including my dad, are named Harold.
“I won $3,” he told me a few weeks ago. I asked him not to squander my inheritance.
He was playing last week when age came up. My dad will be 90 in October. He was youngest at the table!
That doesn’t happen too often.
I just love this pic of your Dad, he looks so smitten!!!
I love your blog; and I especially love when you blog about your father; and I ESPECIALLY love when you include a picture of him! He’s adorable!
Priceless look on his face-such a happy man who does certainly not look his age!!! Keep the stories and pictures coming Geoff. Those of us who have lost our Dads can enjoy seeing you and yours enjoying life together.
Great story, Geoff. And your dad looks great for an older gentleman. He still looks a lot like he did when I last saw him, which was probably more than 40 years ago.
Regards.