My Father's 113th Birthday!

My father Nelson would have been 113 years old today - which is no kid - if he were still alive. He was born in 1909 in the South Side Brainerd neighborhood of Chicago. He was a dentist for most of his life, and hated it, but was finally able to retire to Stuart, Florida with my mother Mary back in 1976, where he was able to play golf and enjoy life until he passed away in 1983. He thought Stuart was like Camelot, and just hated to leave the place. I noticed the photograph on the left of him on a shelf in my sister Susan's townhouse, and decided to feature it on today's blog post. It was taken at the Beverly Hills Studio near 95th and Ashland, most likely back in the 1930s. The South Side Beverly Hills neighborhood of Chicago, by the way, is now just called Beverly, to avoid confusion with a rather tawdry city by that same name in Southern California. After all, we South Siders do have our standards to maintain.