I’ve thought a lot about my dad lately. I’m not sure why, maybe my age. My dad has been gone forty years. Honestly, we didn’t have the best relationship. This, I have come to realize was my fault. I left home with my righteous, teen age attitude as soon as I graduated high school. As I sort through old photographs, some to share with you from time to time, I have gotten to renew my relationship with my father. My dad was born in 1909. He would have been one hundred years old