props for pops

It's always funny to learn new things about your parents.

My dad brought a slew of old photos to the cabin over Easter weekend to share with us. I knew he was a "pseudo hippie," as my mom likes to say, but actually seeing photos of him in the early 60s to early 70s was another thing entirely. I wish I asked him to scan them, because seeing him posing on his Triumph motorcycle with the tightest Levis and long hair and a mustache was hysterical.

The man in the photos he showed us is an entirely different person than the man I know as my father. They show that he, too, was once young and likely made poor decisions.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.