My Pop....

This is my dad....

when he was a young guy.

He grew up in the coal mining towns of

West Virginia.

His family was fun and provided 

love and support.

He joined the Army,

when he was halfway through 

his college education.

Afterward, he went back to school,

at West Virginia University,

and met my mother.

They married,

and had two wonderful children,

well....at least one wonderful one...smiles...

This is the wonderful one,

with her dad, grandmother and 

her grandfather holding her,

or pinching her, I can't tell which...

This is the one that is probably 

wonderful too...smiles.

It's just that he steals cars and impersonates 

cowboys too....so you never know...

My dad and I used to go to the steeplechase races

and drink champagne

and wear silly sunglasses...

and ties.....

(it was the eighties)

Now we simply marvel at the fact that we 

have lived this long and still love each 

other to pieces.....

Happy Father's Day, Pop!

Love you bunches

smiles...