HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

Today is my Dad's 77th birthday. Yes, 77th.

When I called him on the phone to wish him a happy one, he told me about when he was a little boy growing up in Riga, Latvia. He said the thing he wanted most of all, instead of games, instead of toys or a party, was bananas. They were such a rare treat, so sweet and tropical, that thats all he dreamed of. So, when he awoke on the morning of his birthday, to his delight was a big bowl of bright yellow, perfectly ripe bananas awaiting him. Ah, the good ol' simple times.

Happy birthday Dad. And many more.