The patriarch of our family is turning 63 today. Holy crapatoa batman! He doesn't have a going problem, he has a growing problem. Sorry, couldn't resist. So, on this day, let's recollect about John Arthur (at least that's what mom called him when he did the first thing on the list below).
1. His "I don't care where I am" flatulence
2. Threadbare white T-shirts from 1984 that allow you to see his circulatory system.
3. Extended time in the "office" resulting in severe bathroom polio.
4. Wearing head phones that were obviously borrowed from an air traffic controller.
5. Converting first aid boxes into a distillery.
6. The incident with the gall bladder.
7. Clipping gophers out of the rock wall.
8. The moustache
9. Coming to the James house (before they lived there) to gather me after I broke all the windows.
10. Blaming me for the attempted garage fire. Damn you Dan.
11. The bear hug after graduation, marriage, and birth of my children.
12. Rocking out in a Canadian tuxedo (jean pants, jean shirt)
13. Wanting to keep his gall bladder as a coin purse.
14. Singing with Mom on the old piano
This is a start, and is intended to keep going. Especially on a Friday.
Anywho, Happy Birthday Dad. 63 great years.
