On this day in 1930 the greatest man was born, my Dad. He was a great father, one of the good 'ole boys, the best gardener I have ever seen and not a single person could say a bad thing about him. I never saw him go to church, but he always lived his life right. He treated others with respect and always helped out when he could. It doesn't seem like it has been almost 16 years since he has been gone. He passed away August 17, 1995 and my son and his namesake Clifford was born September 16, 1995. It's funny how time just slips by. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him dearly.
On another note, I am up early. After this I am gonna get in my "crack room" as Mike calls it, and get something done!! I think it is good therapy. Maybe I will even do a LO for my dad, just cuz!
Have a great day, Cheers!