My Father would have been 100 years old today. He was the best man he knew how to be. As a boy he had to drop out of high school to help the family with their farm and when he wanted to fight for his country in WWII, was rejected from the Army because of flat feet. But he went on to become a machinist making parts for the military, a photographer, a cabinet maker, a restaurant owner and a owner of a camera store. He was a 32nd degree Mason and a guard for the Shiners. His journey's lead him down many different paths gathering knowledge as he went. If he didn't know how to do something, he would learn how to do it. He was also a devoted family man. He was patient, kind, understanding and fun. Did we disagree on some issues? Yes. Was he strict? Yes. Did he love us? Yes. He also loved motorcycles, camping, cars and airplanes. Before my parents were married he had an Indian motorcycle and a new car. The motorcycle soon vanished after they were married, but the new cars never did. I remember several times being asked if I wanted to go for a ride on a Sunday afternoon with him and 9 times out of 10 we would come home with a new car. Not sure Mom ever got used to that. Then there was the times my Dad would be waiting for me at the bus stop. We would head to Burbank Airport and take off in one of his friends small private planes. I think he had a secret desire to learn how to fly but that never came to be. Mom never knew about these trips until I was an adult. He had disappointments in life like we all do, but he didn't dwell on them. He loved his life and lived it to the fullest. He would help anyone who asked for it and was surrounded by many good friends. He left this world quietly, giving his wife of 51 years a smile and a goodbye kiss.