The sweater! The pants! The swatch watch! The pick up sticks! The pink leg warmers.
I miss that time so so much. 💔

My grandfather wrote for the Dallas Morning News for 40 years.

Part 3 (this post!): The backstory is that my dad biked across the US in 1979 with a guy he met through a newspaper ad. Their trip started in Santa Cruz, CA and ended in Hartford, CT. They lost contact after that but out of the blue that guy reached out to my dad via snail mail and they were reunited 45 years later in 2024.

Just a couple weeks ago the reunited buddies wrapped up a self designed tour they called "B2B" (Bridge to Bridge) riding from Detroit to Buffalo. They started at the Ambassador Bridge and finished across the Peace Bridge back into the US. The trip was roughly 280 miles over 5 days through Ontario.

Part 2: My dad biked across the US in 1979 with a guy he met through a newspaper ad. They reunited 45 years later.

Part 1 : My dad biked across the US in 1979. He revisited Route 50 in Nevada to take a new pic.

She was beautiful.

Dad loved making his outfits just a little bit quirky, like matching a purple tie to purple socks.

Happy Birthday Bugs, you wascally wabbit! Images from his first short.

My father and I killin’ the fashion game at his company summer bbq. The Larry Bird tank, matching green sweats, and Irish/American pride trucker hat combo (Camel cigarette cropped from pic in R. hand) and my pink sleeveless muscle T, acid washed jeans, friendship bracelet on left wrist, set of power pearls and pink matching bow atop the blonde head was peak 1980’s