The Day After Christmas

Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 72. This is one of my favorite pictures of him and this is how I like to remember him.

He retired in 1989 and left Alaska in his motorhome. He met up with me in Portland for a few days (I was going to college) as he journeyed on toward California to spend the rest of the winter with his dad in Fresno.





I learned a lot from my dad although I didn't know it at the time...
I miss our phone calls....