This is my dad, Roy.
Today he would have been 72.
As a birthday present, I’d love you to read about my dad for just a minute…
He was pretty crazy, was a wonderful wood-carver, ordered his evening beer and cigarettes from us in Spanish only, danced when he needed to fart, kicked some guy in the face while serving on a submarine in the Navy because he was sometimes mean like that, especially if he thought a guy was in need of a kick in the face, was aboard the USS Waller during the Cuban Blockade, where he wrote a letter home referring to it as “Blockade Schmockade”, taught me how to ride a crazy Appaloosa named Jumper during summers in Utah, and wrote a lot of cool, folksy poetry.
This link will take you to the tribute I wrote to my dad on his 70th birthday. I’d love you to get to know him a little better.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
Love, Marla
