Today would have been my father Nelson's 114th birthday if he were still alive. He passed away at the age of 74 back in 1983. The photograph above is the last one I ever took of him, the day before my ex-wife Lisa and I returned home to Denver after visiting my father and mother Mary down in Stuart, Florida. They retired there from Chicago back in 1976, and just loved it. My father referred to Stuart as Camelot. He was a dentist, and absolutely hated it, and was thrilled to be able to finally play golf every day and live the good life. He had only 7 years of retirement, but enjoyed those years very much, for which I am glad. Happy Birthday Dad!
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