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<\/a>This blast from the past was taken in the mid-70’s and features a much younger (but no less geeky) yours truly, his squirt of a sister, and our dad.<\/p>\n
Me<\/h2>\n\n- Just turned 50<\/li>\n
- Just celebrated 24 wonderful years of marriage to a woman I couldn’t have dreamed of meeting when this was taken<\/li>\n
- Have a 19-year-old son, making him quite a few years older than me in the picture<\/li>\n
- Work in computing (not much of a surprise to someone who knew me then)<\/li>\n
- Teach for a living (probably a lot less obvious when this was taken)<\/li>\n
- Have more than a little gray hair to document the years in between :-)<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
Misty<\/h2>\n\n- About to turn 46<\/li>\n
- Turned out to be the actual outdoorsperson in the family (we were a little slow to figure that out \u2013 gender stereotypes weigh heavy in the world)<\/li>\n
- After traveling through an undergraduate degree in music history, got a PhD in biology and now teaches animal behavior and conservation at UW Oshkosh<\/li>\n
- Is biking this summer (with her awesome dog in a trailer behind her!) from Ann Arbor, MI, to Ithaca, NY (I consider biking the 15 minutes across the Mississippi into downtown Minneapolis without dying an accomplishment)<\/li>\n
- Also turned out to be a teacher for a living, and an exceptional one at that (I suspect our mother has something to do with that)<\/li>\n
- Got to do field work in cool places like the Galapagos and Turkey (yeah, I have biologist envy)<\/li>\n
- Also has more than a little gray hair to document the years in between :-)<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
Dad<\/h2>\n\n- About to turn 83<\/li>\n
- After living for decades in Wichita Falls, TX (where Misty and I essentially spent our whole lives before going away to college), moved to Houston for roughly a decade<\/li>\n
- Then retired to NW Arkansas, where our folks still live an incredibly active life<\/li>\n
- Got really involved in the NW Arkansas jazz scene and knows all the celebs<\/li>\n
- Rediscovered (with Mom) his love for bridge, and they get invited to play with some pretty serious heavy hitters which is super cool<\/li>\n
- Joined with a submariner veterans group in NW Arkansas and has become a lot more connected to his experience on subs during the Korean War<\/li>\n
- Fishes as much as circumstances allow, but physically managing the boat and the truck and the gear, etc., etc., is proving tougher. Luckily he’s got friends that help a lot.<\/li>\n
- Has beaten cancer twice, but it hasn’t been easy and those battles have definitely left their marks<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
The crazy thing, though, is how much this old picture resonates with now<\/em>. My sister and I have changed a ton, but my Dad still looks a lot<\/em> like that. Thomas, Dad, and I went trout fishing on the White River in Arkansas last week, and it was pretty much just like I remember events like this picture. A few weeks before that, he and Misty went fishing in Lake Michigan near Green Bay. While we were in Arkansas, he and I took the recycling to the recycling center. He came with me to the car place while they looked at a rattle. We went to a picnic hosted by his submariners group. We listened to live jazz over a Sunday brunch. A lot of the details have changed, but the broad brushstrokes are still very<\/em> recognizable; it’s definitely our strange, happy family.<\/p>\n
Misty<\/h2>\n\n- About to turn 46<\/li>\n
- Turned out to be the actual outdoorsperson in the family (we were a little slow to figure that out \u2013 gender stereotypes weigh heavy in the world)<\/li>\n
- After traveling through an undergraduate degree in music history, got a PhD in biology and now teaches animal behavior and conservation at UW Oshkosh<\/li>\n
- Is biking this summer (with her awesome dog in a trailer behind her!) from Ann Arbor, MI, to Ithaca, NY (I consider biking the 15 minutes across the Mississippi into downtown Minneapolis without dying an accomplishment)<\/li>\n
- Also turned out to be a teacher for a living, and an exceptional one at that (I suspect our mother has something to do with that)<\/li>\n
- Got to do field work in cool places like the Galapagos and Turkey (yeah, I have biologist envy)<\/li>\n
- Also has more than a little gray hair to document the years in between :-)<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
Dad<\/h2>\n\n- About to turn 83<\/li>\n
- After living for decades in Wichita Falls, TX (where Misty and I essentially spent our whole lives before going away to college), moved to Houston for roughly a decade<\/li>\n
- Then retired to NW Arkansas, where our folks still live an incredibly active life<\/li>\n
- Got really involved in the NW Arkansas jazz scene and knows all the celebs<\/li>\n
- Rediscovered (with Mom) his love for bridge, and they get invited to play with some pretty serious heavy hitters which is super cool<\/li>\n
- Joined with a submariner veterans group in NW Arkansas and has become a lot more connected to his experience on subs during the Korean War<\/li>\n
- Fishes as much as circumstances allow, but physically managing the boat and the truck and the gear, etc., etc., is proving tougher. Luckily he’s got friends that help a lot.<\/li>\n
- Has beaten cancer twice, but it hasn’t been easy and those battles have definitely left their marks<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
The crazy thing, though, is how much this old picture resonates with now<\/em>. My sister and I have changed a ton, but my Dad still looks a lot<\/em> like that. Thomas, Dad, and I went trout fishing on the White River in Arkansas last week, and it was pretty much just like I remember events like this picture. A few weeks before that, he and Misty went fishing in Lake Michigan near Green Bay. While we were in Arkansas, he and I took the recycling to the recycling center. He came with me to the car place while they looked at a rattle. We went to a picnic hosted by his submariners group. We listened to live jazz over a Sunday brunch. A lot of the details have changed, but the broad brushstrokes are still very<\/em> recognizable; it’s definitely our strange, happy family.<\/p>\n
Dad<\/h2>\n\n- About to turn 83<\/li>\n
- After living for decades in Wichita Falls, TX (where Misty and I essentially spent our whole lives before going away to college), moved to Houston for roughly a decade<\/li>\n
- Then retired to NW Arkansas, where our folks still live an incredibly active life<\/li>\n
- Got really involved in the NW Arkansas jazz scene and knows all the celebs<\/li>\n
- Rediscovered (with Mom) his love for bridge, and they get invited to play with some pretty serious heavy hitters which is super cool<\/li>\n
- Joined with a submariner veterans group in NW Arkansas and has become a lot more connected to his experience on subs during the Korean War<\/li>\n
- Fishes as much as circumstances allow, but physically managing the boat and the truck and the gear, etc., etc., is proving tougher. Luckily he’s got friends that help a lot.<\/li>\n
- Has beaten cancer twice, but it hasn’t been easy and those battles have definitely left their marks<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
The crazy thing, though, is how much this old picture resonates with now<\/em>. My sister and I have changed a ton, but my Dad still looks a lot<\/em> like that. Thomas, Dad, and I went trout fishing on the White River in Arkansas last week, and it was pretty much just like I remember events like this picture. A few weeks before that, he and Misty went fishing in Lake Michigan near Green Bay. While we were in Arkansas, he and I took the recycling to the recycling center. He came with me to the car place while they looked at a rattle. We went to a picnic hosted by his submariners group. We listened to live jazz over a Sunday brunch. A lot of the details have changed, but the broad brushstrokes are still very<\/em> recognizable; it’s definitely our strange, happy family.<\/p>\n
The crazy thing, though, is how much this old picture resonates with now<\/em>. My sister and I have changed a ton, but my Dad still looks a lot<\/em> like that. Thomas, Dad, and I went trout fishing on the White River in Arkansas last week, and it was pretty much just like I remember events like this picture. A few weeks before that, he and Misty went fishing in Lake Michigan near Green Bay. While we were in Arkansas, he and I took the recycling to the recycling center. He came with me to the car place while they looked at a rattle. We went to a picnic hosted by his submariners group. We listened to live jazz over a Sunday brunch. A lot of the details have changed, but the broad brushstrokes are still very<\/em> recognizable; it’s definitely our strange, happy family.<\/p>\n