Here he is, in all his glory....The Ancient of Days, the Centurion of West Point. Actually, his birthday isn't until the end of the month, but we decided to have his celebration in conjunction with the family reunion. We held the celebration at the church- there were a grundle of people too... unbelievable! And I thought all his friends were dead :) but I think they must have been a lot of his friends children- which he is outliving. I think he had a grand old time, though. He was a bit worn out but I think it did recharge the pace-maker battery.
Here's to you Pops...
Happy Birthday!and rock on! Now, you can start looking forward to 101.
It's funny: there is a lady in town that is 99 right now- just 6 months younger than Dad. I thinks she can't wait to knock him off his perch and take his place.... how rude.... little vulture!
