Happy Pop’s Day
Here’s my Pops and me. I was three months old.
Nice white socks. What my dad lacked in fashion sense, he made up for in being cantankerous.
Or something like that.
I think everyone born from about 1950 to about 1970 has a photo similar to this.
Sitting on the couch with dad. A cultural necessity.
Photo from a family album, likely taken by my mom and subject to the Creative Commons license seen in the right hand column of this page.