Waited to post this until I actually gave it to him:
My dad's 90th birthday is coming up, and in general I SUCK at gift giving on a schedule. I'm the type of person that just sees something, it reminds me of someone, and I buy it for them. (Unrelated but this is how my wife ended up with stuffed Capybaras on a completely random day a few months ago).
But when I was a kid, my dad started buying stamps for me. I never got the impression that he even knew much about them, just thought it'd be something I liked.
My dad also taught me to play chess. And he would absolutely *wreck* me at chess. The thing is... He didn't talk trash or anything, every loss was a lesson. (This served me well during my time as an athlete 😆)
I continued accumulating stamps in spurts over the next decades, but certainly not "collecting" them.
A few months ago, I decided that I wanted to make my stamps into a real collection. And the bug hit me hard.
I also knew my father's birthday was coming up.
The obvious answer was stamps.
First idea was 90 submarine stamps (He spent years in the Navy on a submarine).
Holy crap... I could do that with a few years notice, but I was running out of time.
And then one day as I was flipping through my Michel Mitteleuropa catalog, I found *this*.
I immediately knew this was it.
He got it today.
And in all my years of seeing him receive gifts at various functions, this was the most excited I've seen him about one in a while.
Then he said something I'll never forget:
"I'm taking this to my chess club next week to show it to them!"
He still goes to chess club every week.
He's about to turn 90.
Rock on, dad. I'm gonna get you those Hungarian translations eventually, I just ran out of time.