Thanks for not killing me and my friends when we came home at all hours of the night. Thanks for not getting too mad at me when I wrecked the cars. Thanks for all those days you told Mom you would take me to school. Thanks for taking me fishing. Thanks for all the late night Zelda sessions. Thanks for teaching me how to fix things. Thanks for always keeping the “Bank of Dad” open for me. Thanks for kicking my ass when I needed it. Thanks for always being there when I needed you.
Love you Pop. Happy Birthday
And here is your obligatory old photo.