Today would be my Dad’s 102nd birthday.  He was born December 10, 1910.  He was a remarkable man and I have many regrets about not spending more time with him.

He quit school in the 8th grade yet he was one of the smartest men I have ever met.  He use to love watching the cashier at the grocery store ring up his groceries and he would have the total in his head before the cash register put up the total.

I could write pages about him, suffice it to say he was a kind and gentle man of principles and I can only hope to someday be as good a man as he was.  Happy Birthday Dad.

I enjoy capturing images of Christmas ornaments.  A couple of years ago I did a series of posts on some of my favorite tree ornaments.  Not to worry I won’t make a repeat of that.

This is my favorite ornament.  My Mother got it for Angie one Christmas when we were in Bethany and Angie and I put it together with glue so it would not get lost.  It has been on our tree every year since then.

Jeanne went to visit her Mother this weekend and we were talking on the phone Saturday evening.  She was remarking how some of the men at coffee on Saturday morning were talking about their Fantasy Foot Ball teams.

She said she had always thought only younger guys would play that but these guys were in their 80s.  I said “You don’t stop living until you stop living.”  Then it occurred to me I had just uttered my version of a Yogi-ism.  If you think about it, it is actually a remarkable statement.  Profound.  🙂

That’s it for today.  Hope you enjoyed your weekend and are ready for today.  Thanks for stopping by.  Be careful.