My dad with his buddy Ron, probably early 1980s. You can’t see it (it’s probably on the back), but I’m certain his hardhat has “Bud®” inscribed on it somewhere. His name was Bud. It never ceased to amuse him that he could add the ® for fun.
In dire need of a haircut and a trim, but I have a feeling he snapped this picture with the intent of sending it to my sister. He always picked on her because this was her typical self-portrait.
This must’ve been taken in my sister’s dorm room, during her first semester at BU. Funny thing is, I also have a picture of my dad in repose on the floor, with an arm outstretched toward my sister. But in that picture, she’s a toddler.
If my face would cooperate, I’d grow a full beard in his honor, at least for a little while. Everyone feels differently about facial hair, but because of my dad, I associate big full beards with kindness.