Sunday, June 16, 2013
Dad was a hellava running back in high school and won himself a full ride to Santa Clara University where he played one season and pissed the rest away by missing a lot of classes. Then he joined the Air Force and married my mother against his mother's wishes. So they had a rough start. But start they did. After our oldest brother was born they went over to England where he served his country tending the big bombs early in the Cold War. Once out he pursued his degree at San Jose State and here is a graduation day picture. He's holding me there in 1958. There were going to be four others to follow.
Spencer P. Fine. A good dad. Happy Father's Day Pop. I love you. Thanks for all you did for me and us.