my dad turns 70 years old today. or tomorrow. we’re not really sure, since he was born at 12:30am on february 8 during central war time. president roosevelt had declared that daylight savings time be observed year round to save fuel during the war, which meant it was really 11:30am central standard time on february 7 when dad made his arrival, and that is the day that his birth was celebrated, but then it was discovered that the person typing up the birth certificate apparently was observing central war time, putting his birthday down as the 8th. think it was when he was getting his driver’s license that this all came to light. so dad gets 2 birthdays.
my dad and i are not close, but i am still stunned that he is 70. my dad is a grampa. my dad is old. i don’t like the old part, despite the distance. happy birthday, dad.
photo taken around 1972-73, by my mom, before i arrived.
that’s it for the week. got nuthin’ for friday.
happy weekend, all!