Happy Birthday Pops!

My dad will never read this post. Today he’s 82 years old. Can you believe that? 82 years old. Simply amazing!

In all the years I have known my dad, I am pleasantly surprised when I learn something new about him.

I learned on Saturday that when he was going to high school (in the 30’s) he would get up before school (5ish) and unload boxcars so he would have some change in his pocket. His dad was a lifer with the Railroad in Dunsmuir, California.

What a different world — spending 40 years with the same company. How times have changed.

My dad always tells me: learn as much as you can, you can never know enough. Pay attention to everything and everyone.

I wonder if I ever have children what bit of wisdom I’ll say that will stick with them.