I believe this was at Aunt Joanne's house on the 4th of July weekend back in 1992. Dad was always pretty happy whenever we visited his family.
This is in the backyard at Mom and Dad's house in Elkhart, Indiana, early/mid 90's. This is really how I remember him best. The man wore...well...THIS. All the time. If it was cold, he'd wear a denim jacket. Seriously, his closet was filled with nothing but jeans and these shirts. He either wore cowboy boots or velcro tennis shoes. That's just how he rolled. Those of you who knew him are nodding 'yes' right now, yes you are.
Miss you, Dad!
