It's daddy's birthday!

On this day in 1956 (or 57, I forgets) my dad was born somewhere in ANOTHER country area in east Nashville. Then he joined the Navy, was discharged, and somehow ended up back in Nashville, then with his first wife, then with drugs & alcohol, then with my mom!

Long time readers know he's pretty much the cause of everything that is wrong and/or right with me.

So here he is with a candy skull on his head, taken shortly before LULZ ensued. I'll leave it up for a day and hope the embarrassment draws him from hiding.

Naturally it didn't, but you have to admit that was a funny ass foto.