My dad...

I called my dad for Father's Day.

It was interesting.

He's in the army now going to school to fix motors.

They build them there.

He's been busy redoing 2 of the apartments there with another guy and they redid both inside and out.  It took a couple months to do it.

It's cold there- 70.

He lives on the railroad.

There are boxcars and a two story train.

But he still knows who I am.

He remembers my boys.

And he told me he greatly appreciates every piece of mail I send him.

He is 75...never in the army...he was in the air force...

he lives in a nursing home now after his stroke...

it's 96 there...

I don't think there's a railroad close...

but it's all ok...he's happy...

I don't think he could handle being there in his right mind...

he lives in his happy place...

and it's all real to him...

and he's still my dad...

just a little more colorful...