My father's birthday. Miss the man. He was born in 1923 and died in 1998. Wish I had back all the cringeworthy pompousness I laid on him. He never responded. He just smiled and let me go on, and on. It's tough being a damn, know-it-all foolish kid. I thought I was "The 66 Kid," but that's not true at all. It was Allen P. Bell.
When I study old photographs I am always drawn to the eyes.