Today is March 12th and would have been my father Nelson's 107th birthday. He passed away - as far as I am concerned - before his time back in 1983 at the age of 74. He was a very kind, intelligent, witty person. His parents forced him to go into dentistry (they thought they were doing the right thing), and he just hated it. He worked in that profession until 1976, when he and my mother Mary moved to Stuart, Florida, where he could play golf and enjoy the good life. He was able to spend 7 happy years there, which is better than nothing, but I wish it had been more. Happy Birthday Dad!
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