Here's my dad...

Blogger would not cooperate with me last night when I tried to load this picture of my dad. Miracle of miracles...tonight it works. This was taken in Minnesota. Other than the fish, the neat thing about this picture is the woolen shirt. Back in the day, my mom and I would go to the Village Shopping Center in Gary for a year's supply of plaid wool shirts, just in time for Christmas. They looked pretty snappy with khaki pants that had an ironed-in crease that would cut butter. Anyway, here is the guy I was named after - I'm pretty proud of that.