Dad: The Sequel

I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that Dad is perfectly fine now. I got several calls and emails from friends and relatives who were concerned that he was dying. Who knew anyone was actually reading this blog? Anyway, as you can see from this scary close-up, he is back to his old antics, pretending to have a moustache and sideburns made out of cottonwood seeds, floating by as he reclined in his backyard chaise lounge. When I walked out and saw him, I said, "No wonder you have allergies, stuffing seeds and leaves up your nose and ears!"

I know he said he wasn't going to live to be 97 (he's 96). But now I think I may have mis-interpreted that - I think he meant he was going to live to be 107 instead.