My Old Man

(just for clarification, this is NOT my old man)

Today, my old man (or "Dad" as I call him) turned 60. That's six decades. A decade more than half a century. When I pointed this out to him in my 12:30am call this morning (because remember, he lives in South Africa, so there's a 7-hour time difference), he laughed and stipulated that he still feels as though he's 20. Fair enough.

In his life time, my old man has seen an apartheid regime rule South Africa, he has seen a democratic government elected to office, he used to spend the night around a bonfire with friends on the beaches, he's played provincial-level soccer, and some upper level cricket. He's been married. Divorced. And has two kids.

My old man and I are as different as chalk and cheese. But I still love the ballie.

Happy Birthday Dad.