Today is my dad's 75th birthday. As long as I can remember I never thought of him as old. I recall the day Elvis died and made the comment about him being "old." My parents were in shock at that comment as he was only a few years older than they were. Somehow, they were never old.
My dad has always been my hero. In my eyes he was the best man that I could ever imagine. He never got angry and never disciplined us. (That fell to Mom.) I recall one time the car wouldn't start and he taught me how to jump it. When the car was started, I closed the hood and somehow killed the battery for good. He didn't get angry. He just said, "Let's go inside and eat some lunch." He's always been a level headed, kind, generous, loving man. I'm very thankful that I was lucky enough to have him be my daddy.
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