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| Dad on the Columbia River 2016 |
Dad's 93rd birthday was Monday, the 26th. That's a lot of water under the gunnels.
He didn't know that Marymine and the grands were coming up on Sunday to help him celebrate. I had told him I would be back from early mass in time to take him out for Sunday breakfast at the airport. "Be ready to roll, Dad." I got back and he was still asleep (those long nightly, late night phone calls with the girlfriend just plum tucker a fella out).
Just as he was finishing getting ready, Marymine and the grands showed up. He was very surprised, and happy to see them.
Ever the farmer, his first question to Colt was, "how come your not in rice harvest?" Colt said, it looked like another week and he would be.
Many stories were told, much cake and ice cream was eaten, many sparklers sparkled, and the house rang with laughter. It was a good day.
Monday, on Dad's birthday, he got visits from friends, and calls from far and wide, and a call from my brother. My Sean called to wish him a great birthday, and share remembrances of good hunts together.
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| Dad & my Sean hog hunt'n on the home ranch. |
