75

My dad was born on November 9, 1937. Which (for the more arithmetically challenged or lazy) means he’s now 75 years old. And over the last thirty years, I’ve been privileged, honored, and humbled to watch and to learn from him. There really aren’t enough words to do justice to the person my dad is: …

Go Vote Tomorrow!

Please. Thanks. You can find your polling location here, thanks to Google. You get one of these … sort of a badge of honor (yes, it’s a low bar): P.S. Why is it that the US is one of the few ‘advanced democracies’ that doesn’t make Election Day a national holiday?