In the beginning of the year

and when it ends, we remember them.”
Today is Rosh HaShanah, the Birthday of the World.
Coincidentally it also would have been my father’s 85th birthday. Which makes the traditional greeting “May you have a good and sweet year” somewhat bittersweet, as we’re going on nine years without him.
We’re going to throw the bastards out in November, Dad. I know you would have approved.
LATER: Heh. My cousin Joe sent the following picture. The story is that when Joe was a kid, he was fascinated by the fact that my dad could butter bread all the way out to the crust without tearing the bread. (Personally I think Dad was using softened butter, but with Dad it’s hard to say.) We have a picture somewhere of Joe watching Dad do this when Joe was a kid. Sometime in the ’90’s Joe had his wife take a similar picture of the two of them.

Then my sister got into the act and sent this one:

Mom and Dad at THE Indiana University, in about 1950.
Maybe later I’ll post one of my favorite pictures of Dad.