Dad: 69



HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD: My dad’s laid up right now. He had a weird infection in his foot, tender to the touch, hard to walk on, all within a day. This was a month ago or so. He’s been on a rigorous antibiotics transfusion cycle for the last couple weeks at a rehab facility in Traverse City, Michigan. “This is what I hafta do, kid,” said the old man from his room via phone yesterday, “I’ve only got eight more days of this stuff.” A team of nurses have been flushing out his plumbing, cycling good clean antibiotics in and out of that club foot of his. He’s on the mend, and today, the old man turns 69.
So happy birthday to my dad, all the way back home in Northern Michigan. You are almost out of the woods, buddy. Love ya.
If there was ever a day to leave a comment on the this site, today’s the day. Mom will be sharing all well-wishing with dad later tonight. Tell the old guy something good!