|Chad and Pop exchanging kissies|
Back in my Previous Life, when I was working full-time, commuting two hours a day to my job in Philadelphia, I thought "When I retire I'm going to get all my photos in order." HA!
I've been "retired" (if you can count working two days a week at the hotel and filling in when needed as "retired") and I'm no further along in putting my photos in order than I was ten years ago. And the years keep flying by.
In fact, I keep adding to my photo library by taking seemingly endless digital photos with my iPhone and Canon SLR camera. Ron, what were you thinking? You know what folks? I'm just never going to get caught up. Ain't going to happen.
So here's what I propose to do folks. When I come across photos like the one above, I'll post them to at least get some on the record before I pass.
The photo above is of my father (called "Pop") and his dog Chad. Chad was a rescue dog who LOVED Pop as Pop loved him. In fact Pop loved that damn dog more than he loved his own sons but that's another whole story which we don't need to get into on this beautiful September morning.
|My father, the man who I resemble both physically and in mannerisms - I was never quite able to figure him out|
We tried, we really did.