My dear old Dad is 70 years old today. Happy birthday dad. I just called him. He is well and living the high life in Beenleigh, Queenland, in the sunny, happy part of Australia. He was born in Rotorua, New Zealand, to the bells of Sunday morning churches. He was a great school teacher, an education reformer, and pioneer in special education. Colonal Sanders once came to see him. Dad was the first guy in NZ to get a company to sponsor a school sports team, and KFC was the company. He is a good man, with a better sense of humor than his tall skinny son, and a much gentler disposition. He also has better skin and probably more hair than his No.1 son. Not fair.
My dear old Dad is 70 years old today. Happy birthday dad. I just called him. He is well and living the high life in Beenleigh, Queenland, in the sunny, happy part of Australia. He was born in Rotorua, New Zealand, to the bells of Sunday morning churches. He was a great school teacher, an education reformer, and pioneer in special education. Colonal Sanders once came to see him. Dad was the first guy in NZ to get a company to sponsor a school sports team, and KFC was the company. He is a good man, with a better sense of humor than his tall skinny son, and a much gentler disposition. He also has better skin and probably more hair than his No.1 son. Not fair.
