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90!

JD n books.jpgToday, December 20 here in 2016 my dad turns 90.

Ninety frikken years old! That’s crazy! And kinda really great too, of course.

So I thought I’d showcase some pix of the old guy.

He’s dedicated much of his life to the doing and teaching of art. I admire that. And I’m JD at WHEEL STDNTS.jpgproud of him for it.

So along with that and in the general interest of longevity and of his making it that long here on planet Earth and what he’s weathered (in the last 15 years: a heart attack, broken hips, a minor stroke and this year a major one, which he unbelievably bounced substantially back from… to say nothing of also living through Nazi bombing of England in WW-II & a harsh Catholic school education, his own stint in the army immediately after the war ended, decades of the vagueries of art sales, a black widow bite and the ups and downs of almost a century of temper tantrums and human rights rollbacks and degradations by political conservatives & the intolerant on both sides of the pond)–I offer up a WooHoo! and a happy birthday to him, born lo those many years ago on December 20, 1926.

Now for the nifty pix

The earliest picture I have of him, he was 13 when it was taken, visting, apparently, Shakespeare’s hometown. The girl to his left (on the right of the pic) is his older sister Winifred (she passed away about almost a year ago).

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Seven years later, he was in the British Army, stationed in Egypt; he’s the tall one.

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This is how I best remember him (and had the best interactions with him).

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But…we do all age, of course, and this is a more recent shot, from a few years ago, taken by my nephew.

Happy personal anniverary dude!

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Controlled Foamalition, Space Pods & Pottery

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Ah yes, there comes a moment in every dad’s life when he must decide: will he be stalwart and stand by his initial “No, way!”, or will he rather fold, capitulate, and say yes, but in that does he not simply allow the inevitable? I refer, of course, to the a dad’s facing that fateful moment when he decides to allow his kiddies to: PLAY WITH THE SHAVING CREAMEXIF_JPEG_T422

Is there any stopping them? Will they relent from their “pleeeaaase?!” Methinks not. (And, word to the wise, when they’re at this young age, it’s still no hard task to simply dole out limited amounts of shaving cream and then place the source canister far from where little hands can reach. Thus: Controlled Foamalition.)

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Their havoc was minimal. The aftermath, manageable. The beards, well…quite handsome, yes?

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Well so it was also a rainy weekend, here in California. And with the sustained, heavy rains comes the long-awaited return of:       the SPACE PODS!

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Here they are on their last visit to our planet:

Friendly creatures, though, curiously, it never fails that they emerge from their pods with requests for “chocolate!” and “toys!” Science, take note!

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EXIF_JPEG_T422And last, but not least, here are some recent creations the kids made. They call EXIF_JPEG_T422the pieces, cxollectively, “tiny pottery” and were quite amused with themselves.

I reminded them my dad has been a potter for 60 years, and they then insisted on my taking pictures to EXIF_JPEG_T422send to him. Is the poetry of EXIF_JPEG_T422this in my mind, or could it be right there on their faces, posing, as they were, for a different man than the one who was actually behind the lens?

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