Happy Birthday Dad: 64

Dad, you grisly bastard, Happy Birthday from all of us out here on the West Coast.Sixty-four: My dad. Our dad. Yer dad. The dad.Here's how we're celebrating this ordeal: I "got online" today and purchased the old man an airline ticket. I'm flying him to Portland on the 8th. We're gonna kick the town's ass for a long weekend, then we're gonna push off and brave the wilds all the way back to Michigan. Road Trip. Dad, Gary and I. Western vistas. Two bit hotels. Questionable meals. Fights. Tears. Jokes. Laughter. Charlie horses. Rivers jumped. Hearts broken. Waste laid. Pigs outran.It'll be nice to be out there with my dad, enjoying the land and open spaces.And, dear readers, dad'll be reading this post, so, be sure to leave the old man some birthday wishes in our comments section. Do it. He needs yer good words for strength.